A Day! Help! Help!
by Elouise
I think Emily wrote this little gem just for today. Read on. My comments follow.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady – my soul: What issues
Upon thine arrow hang!c. 1858
Emily Dickinson Poems, Edited by Brenda Hillman
Shambhala Pocket Classics, Shambhala 1995
Emily Dickinson wrote this poem in the years leading up to the Civil War (April 12, 1861-May 9, 1865). I can’t help making a connection to what’s happening now in our country.
The short poem grabs my attention. There’s no such thing as an ordinary day. Like an arrow poised to fly through the air, each day arrives full of potential for Victory. Which I take to be a Victory for good. The good of all who dwell on ‘such a common ball as this.’
Common ball, you say? Doesn’t that mean a formal occasion focused on gorgeous apparel and elegant dancing? The kind of show that delineates the rich from the poor, the ins from the outs, the titled from the untitled?
Perhaps, but I can’t help noticing these are the years leading up to the Civil War, also known as the War Between the States. Or the North against the South, or vice versa.
And so I vote for the ball being this terrestrial ball. The planet on which we live. Or even better, this great dance of life to which all are both invited and entitled. A dance choreographed by our Creator, the true Host of the Party.
For me, the question is simple: Will I participate as a full partner? Or will I be relegated to the kitchen, the stables, the dungeon, or any other situation that keeps me in ‘my place.’
“Your prayers, oh Passer by!” Will each and all of us win together? Or will business return to business as usual?
I pray your day might be dated a Victory that bodes good for us all. No matter how insignificant your Victory seems to you.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 24 March 2017
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Ordinary
1865 seems so long ago, and then I recall my paternal grandparents, (who had a beautiful Airedale dog);were both born in that year; 152 years ago.
Today would have been my mothers 108th birthday.
It seems like yesterday when I last saw my grandparents.
It seems so long ago, but it really isn’t!
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So true. Not really so long ago or far away. Here’s a little something in memory of your mother…🌹
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I love this round spinning ball, each day is amazing as are your Emily posts my friend, always an enjoyable treat ❤
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Reblogged this on Telling the Truth and commented:
Are you ready for today? Am I? I commented on this poem in March 2017. Since then our country, this entire world and the future of our children has descended into what sometimes feels like chaos. Can we re-imagine the world as a great dance choreographed by our Creator, the true Host of the Party? We don’t need to see in order to believe. We just need to take courage from the Host and get out on the dance floor, stumbling our way along if needed. Sometimes doing amazing pirouettes with unexpected partners. Can you hear the music playing?
Elouise
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