Not in this World to see his face —
by Elouise
Here’s a clever piece by Emily Dickinson. In it she comes to a well-considered outcome. One that happens to suit her immensely. Who says you can’t strike a bargain with Himself? My comments follow.
Not in this World to see his face –
Sounds long – until I read the place
Where this – is said to be
But just the Primer – to a life –
Unopened – rare – upon the Shelf –
Clasped yet – to Him – and me –And yet – My Primer suits me so
I would not choose – a Book to know
Than that – be sweeter wise –
Might some one else – so learned – be –
And leave me – just my A – B – C –
Himself – could have the Skies –c. 1862
Emily Dickinson Poems, Edited by Brenda Hillman
Shambhala Pocket Classics, Shambhala 1995
The setting, not described directly but alluded to, seems to be a Library. One that contains a rare Book, Unopened, on a Shelf. I imagine Emily standing there pondering her options.
It seems she longs to see his face, but doesn’t want to wait until she’s in another World. By the end of this short poem, she has adroitly moved to a solution that solves not one, but two problems! What could be better?
I think her logic goes something like this.
It seems I must wait to see his face in another life, another World. Yet haven’t I read somewhere that this life is a Primer to a life as yet unseen? Unseen because it hasn’t yet been opened.
In fact, this life is hidden over there on the rare Book shelf. See it? There’s a Clasp that keeps the Book tightly shut. Not just to me, but to Himself.
Hmm. You know, the more I think about it, the more I like my small Primer. After all, it introduces me to whatever comes next, and it’s filled with lovely things that point toward whatever comes next.
How about this for a solution? I keep my Primer, and leave the more mysterious Clasped Book for Himself. And maybe for the learned theologians! Surely they would love to figure out the other-World secrets locked within the Book. Then one day they can all see Himself in another World and find out whether they were correct!
As for me, I’m more than content to stay with my simple A-B-Cs. The birds and bees, butterflies and flowers, oceans and sunsets. I already see in them more than enough glimpses of Himself and of me.
Is Himself content with simple A-B-Cs? I don’t know, but if he’ll let me be content with my Primer right here on this earth, I’ll gladly leave the Skies and all other locked mysteries to Himself and the learned theologians.
Something like this. Maybe….
Hoping your Sabbath Primer is filled with mysteries that point to Someone greater than ourselves and to the persons we’re invited to become.
Elouise ♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 July 2017
Images found at pinimg.com (Primer), and edenworkshops.com (Rare Book with Clasps)
Dear Elouise,
Greetings from Paris, where we are being inundated with welcome storms, after almost a week of oppressive heat and humidity! I loved, loved, loved this reflection, and just read it to Diane, who also enjoyed it! Thank you so much, for adding to what has been a wonderful Sunday! Enjoy the rest of yours!
With gratitude amongst the thunder and lightning, Debbie
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Hi, Debbie.
Great to hear from you! Glad you enjoyed this piece–I loved writing it, and working it all out in ‘my language’ so to speak. Sounds like some ABCs are rumbling around! 🙂
Elouise
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“The cat sat on the mat” the very first words I learnt to read aged 3, from my ‘Primer’; there was never any mention, or suggestion, of anything resembling religion, in anything I ever read at school, ever as far as I can recall, until secondary school where we had some religious assemblies each week.
We were never given any religious instruction, but sang lots of hymns, how we got to do that I don’t know but sing them we did!
Many of which I still remember and singalong, if my favourite radio station ever has a church service on on a Sunday if I happen to be tuned in.
Just been lucky I suppose 👿 🐻
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Hi, Brian. Sorry to be slow responding. Just back from giving more blood at the hospital–not for someone else, but for all those people who love to study our blood. Fasting does not appeal to me, nor does my body approve of it. I have now eaten, and slept off my exhaustion for the moment. 🙂
I love your response and the first words you learned to read! We weren’t so fortunate in our Primers. It was all about reinforcing good manners for little children–Jack and Jill, both white of course. But that’s another story. I did have a religious school experience from grades 2 through 7. One of the requirements was memory work–entire chapters from all parts of the Bible, lists of kings, prophets and disciples, the order of all books in the Bible, and–the part I loved most–memorizing all verses of a slew of hymns. Reinforced by chapel every day, regular Bible classes, and memory tests galore. I loved singing then, and I love it now. I’m trying to imagine you singing along with the radio! 🙂
I also love Emily Dickinson’s intense attention to nature. The best Primer ever, if you ask me. Full of its own music, beauty, lessons if you’re looking for them, and inspiration. 🙂
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As you probably gathered those first words in my Primer, were the start of teaching the alphabet and the different pronunciation. The A as in cat and mat. I wish I could recall the rest, I’ve searched the Internet for the full whack but to no avail.
If you ask me the best Primer is the one that teach children the English language, which is now, without doubt, the world language
Religion was not taught at the LCC schools, thankfully. For that I was sent off to Sunday school. I have a post in my drafts regarding religion and me. I might get to finish it one day. I’m sure you would find it interesting , perhaps amusing considering my beliefs.
As of 21 minutes ago I started to fast, it will last at least 26 hours, for tomorrow at noon I check into the RPA for a colonoscopy, compliments of God. I’m about to do a follow up post on that right now.
I don’t know if you’ve heard or know of the late English actor, Warren Mitchell, played a racist bigoted character by the name of Alf Garnett on a BBC sitcom.
Some years ago I heard an interview with him on the wireless, he was actually a very well spoken man, great friends with Richard Burton, they served together in the RAF during WWII.
Warren was a Jew, and an atheist and one thing I remember him saying during the interview,(it was during a program where the guest got to choose the music) how the greatest music of all was written for some mythical being called god, or words to that effect. I must admit I had to agree with him; I have some magnificent Masses in my music disk collection.
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That’s an interesting observation about great music. I’m sorry to say I don’t know about Warren Mitchell. What was the name of the sitcom?
I don’t think I would survive a 26 hour fast! I hope all goes well and look forward to reading your follow-up post. 😊🎶
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Mitchell
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another thought provoking piece spelled out by the mind of the great E, nice one my friend and love that black book image….so very cool…wonder what’s in it? peace and love, K
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I’m dying to know, too…!
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