And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track
…
Significance that each has lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God himself
Could now annihilate
Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you, who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live
The "Life that is" will then have been
A thing I never knew
As Paradise fictitious
Until the Realm of you
The "Life that is to be", to me,
A Residence too plain
Unless in my Redeemer's Face
I recognize your own
Of Immortality who doubts
He may exchange with me
Curtailed by your obscuring Face
Of everything but He
…
If "All is possible" with Him
As he besides concedes
He will refund us finally
Our confiscated Gods.
- from Emily Dickinson's