766 <br /> <br />My Faith is larger than the Hills— <br />So when the Hills decay— <br />My Faith must take the Purple Wheel <br />To show the Sun the way— <br /> <br />'Tis first He steps upon the Vane— <br />And then—upon the Hill— <br />And then abroad the World He go <br />To do His Golden Will— <br /> <br />And if His Yellow feet should miss— <br />The Bird would not arise— <br />The Flowers would slumber on their Stems— <br />No Bells have Paradise— <br /> <br />How dare I, therefore, stint a faith <br />On which so vast depends— <br />Lest Firmament should fail for me— <br />The Rivet in the Bands<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-faith-is-larger-than-the-hills/
