Poem of the Week: “Will There Really Be a Morning?”, By Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like Water lilies? Has it feathers like a Bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I have never heard? Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor! Oh some Wise Men from the skies! Please to tell a little Pilgrim Where the place called "Morning" lies!
I have chosen this poem as the poem of the week. If you really search between the lines you begin to realize how beautiful and personal this text really is. I am singing this text in the song called “Over the morning” with my choir. It is a beautiful, heart-touching song.