Author Jesse Herriott shares how Emily Dickinson saw that the spirituality of her day was too complicated and called for a more natural spirituality—one that is both earth-centered and simple in its approach.
The flower that is the human face
Is fairest of all flowers to me,
For in its features I can trace
An aspect of divinity.
Here in this brow I sense the height
And subtlety and strength of thought;
As still as stars in pools of night
Compassion in these eyes is caught.
This mouth so ripe with rosebud words
Of truth and love has power in it
To make a music more than birds
Profoundly sweet and delicate.
What petaled beauty can compare
To the flower that is a human child?
The human flower of God is fair
Beyond all flowers that fill the wild.
A Beauty on the Land
There lies a beauty on the land,
but it is hard to understand
what is the glory in the sky
and on the stranger passing by.
The small sun does not rise or set;
the pavement glistens onyx-wet;
the little lights shine here and there;
a winter damp is in the air.
Yet all the gray familiar places,
all the streets and all the faces,
wear a look of faraway.
It is an ordinary day,
yet everywhere I look I find
a beauty that I passed by blind
an hour ago. Sometimes I think
we spend our life on beauty's brink
and never open up our eyes
to see how warm, how close it lies.