Mister Emerson (a poem)

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)

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