A life long interest in the spiritual experiences of the race - not just those bound within the borders of my creed and communion, but the race entire! - has been a little difficult at times to explain, even to myself.
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes -
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said -
Yet held my breath, the while -
And risen up - and gone away,
A more Bernardine Girl -
Yet - knew not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle.
Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickenson, (Franklin), 211
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