Me, change! Me, alter!

"Me, change! Me, alter!"

Me, change! Me, alter!
Then, I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows--
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera--
At Day's Superior Close! 

Emily Dickinson 

I think this is a poem about sanctification. A cordillera is a Spanish word for mountain range. I love the mountains-- I remember them in California and Tennessee, and the Rocky's, taking that great odyssey from southern California to Kansas City, and before that from Virginia Beach to southern California, and before that...
And God was always with me, and he is still, even now, without my mountains outside the window.
Maybe when I am finished growing up I will move to a place with mountains again.