Emily Dickinson’s distinctive and often dis-concerting voice sounds out in this poem, with words about ways of seeing, and maybe being able to embrace the dark.

We grow accustomed to the Dark –

When Light is put away –

As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp

to witness her Goodbye –

A Moment – We uncertain step

for newness of the night –

then – fit our Vision to the Dark –

and meet the Road – erect

Tree of Life glass sculpture in Vaxjo cathedral, Sweden.

Tree of Life glass sculpture in Vaxjo cathedral, Sweden.

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