November 27, 2007 – Faith is difficult, but essential to accomplishing almost anything.

   “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,” by Emily Dickinson

    “I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
     And Mourners to and fro
     Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
     That Sense was breaking through –

     And when they all were seated,
     A Service, like a Drum –
     Kept beating – beating – till I thought
     My Mind was going numb –

     And then I heard them lift a Box
     And creak across my Soul
     With those same Boots of Lead, again,
     Then  Space – began to toll,

     As all the Heavens were a Bell,
     And Being, but an Ear,
     And I, and Silence, some strange Race
     Wrecked, solitary, here –

     And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
     And I dropped down, and down –
     And hit a World, at every plunge,
     And Finished knowing – then –