Mister Emerson, you comfort me
when all seems lost – the words on this page,
written ages ago, around the time America
readied for war that was anything but civil
you speak poetically & what you say
sounds like secrets from talks
with God, or at least from meditations
in spacious New England woods –
thank you for these essays & leaving a legacy
we can inherit, divorced from rigid religious
thinking, so we don’t start sinking
into a fundamentalist mode where ideas
are starved & literal renderings
of ancient books keep us trapped
in the past
(Photo source: Emerson, poet and thinker (1904), Wikimedia Commons)
