I know that He exists.
Somewhere — in Silence —
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
‘Tis an instant’s play.
‘Tis a fond Ambush —
Just to make Bliss
Earn her own surprise!
But — should the play
Prove piercing earnest —
Should the glee — glaze —
In Death’s — stiff — stare —
Would not the fun
Look too expensive!
Would not the jest —
Have crawled too far!
Why does God make death and the Death Moment so gruesome? It is not a great advertisement for Bliss!
I read this in a literature class, and i love this for the way she tells her ideas on what she thinks God is like, which is only a transcendent god. Even though God is definately close to us and able to be reached, unfortunately, Emily Dickinson didn’t see that.