Took out all the fathers for Father’s Day
The soul chooses…
The Soul Selects Her Own Society
by Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886
The soul selects her own society
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —
Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —
I’ve known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —
1862
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 