I just wanted to comment on your lyrical ear. It's divine. Prehaps
I should read more of you before I make such a blanket statement. However I did it and it is done! Also I would not listen
to that other guy You rank way Higher than Emily does in my book.
okay, way off here i'm sure...but then i feel poetry works if the reader gets a vision, whether it is the same vision the author had, or not.
i see parallels to emily dickinson here...her battle with belief in God.
ritual being like a service.
rain from falling eyes...being the cloudiness of faith for her...the storm of her disbelief and how others shun her because of it. their eyes upon her, waiting for her to stand up and profess...and then their eyes falling away.
Only the heaven's do know...but emily never did.
"the presence never there/ ... my soul aches to show it cares/ but ever and always...I remain the same"---a non-believer.