I like the simplicity of Emily Dickinson's poem, God Gave a Loaf. I see in this poem an authentic representation of humility that provides the author and reader with riches and dignity. It reminds me of the famous image of Julian of Norwich who, in a mystical vision, saw a hazlenut in her hand and understood that it lasts, and always will, because it is loved; and thus everything has being through the love. In the smallness of that food, the largeness of our life is revealed. Gratitude is an important attitude to have in order to maintain healthy psychological equilibrium and this poem, along with Julian of Norwich's vision, provides a good meditation for this August civic holiday. Interestingly, I came upon an artist who produced a piano accompaniment for the poem. The artist is Denize Atay and he wrote and uploaded the song. Thank you Denize!
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman—an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,--
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--
An Indiaman—an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.
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