A Light Exists In Spring

I recently signed up with a site that sends me a poem a day, free yet priceless. In one way it's a bit early for this one; from another angle it's right on time. This analysis focuses on an unexpected religious message conveyed by Dickinson here (other, similar explanations abound). To me a wow.

A light exists in spring

Not present on the year

At any other period.

When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad

On solitary hills

That science cannot overtake,

But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;

It shows the furthest tree

Upon the furthest slope we know;

It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,

Or noons report away,

Without the formula of sound,

It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss

Affecting our content,

As trade had suddenly encroached

Upon a sacrament.

~

Emily Dickinson