This poem by Emily Dickinson is about a child’s question that is really a human question, a Sunday-morning congregation’s question. It struck me as a college student, when I first read it, with its simplicity and innocence that nevertheless touches an adult nerve. It still does. For the pastor, in spite of the complex relationships, the politics, the administrative duties, the question really is that simple, “Where does the place called morning lie?”
For your ministry’s sake, develop a theology of the morning (Psa 30:5; 46:5; 49:14; 59:16; 90:14; 110:3).
The Child’s Question
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?
Does it come from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar, Oh, some sailor,
Oh, some wise man from the skies,
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies?