The only reason I do not have all the power in my life, is that I also have so little.

Emily Dickinson’s tiny little tyranny, “I make His Crescent fill or lack —”, may define strength of dedication where fulfillment of purpose is concerned. It is left for another day to regard the humility and trembling care that goes with believing in the transformative power of pain and loss. And, unheralded sacrifice for the sake of others.

I make His Crescent fill or lack –
His Nature is at Full
Or Quarter – as I signify –
His Tides – do I control –

He holds superior in the Sky
Or gropes, at my Command
Behind inferior Clouds – or round
A Mist’s slow Colonnade –

But since We hold a Mutual Disc –
And front a Mutual Day –
Which is the Despot, neither knows –
Nor Whose – the Tyranny –

The operative word in the first verse is signify. If “I signify —” my approval, I control (by communicating significance) the level of influence I will have. It appears control is the currency, if significance is the goal; “.. at Full / Or Quarter .. /His Tides — do I control —”.

With language used by the most hated representatives of authority, to say of another, “He holds (his place on heights that are) superior .. / Or gropes, (either in the dark, or for a place on the ground) at my Command”, is about the ultimate in expressing unselfconscious omnipotence.

The only reason I do not have all the power over my life (Disc), is that I also have so little.

Could I also say this of God/Fate/Destiny? It seems so.  For, “.. since We hold a Mutual Disc — / And front a Mutual Day —”.

The story of Eve’s eyes being opened to reveal her condition also revealed God. “Which is the Despot, neither knows — / Nor Whose — the Tyranny —”.

The influence of one over the other is deliciously subtle, or, maddeningly so.

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