Emily Dickinson: "Softened by Time's Consummate plush"

What is time? And why is it useful to us? Is it simply the observable numbers of a clock? Or is a passing of events? 

No doubt, the presence of time is very useful to our hectic lives. Time grows us and or matures us both physically and cognitively. Time aids us with self- discipline and accomplishment. Commonly, time is something we often feel like we do not have enough of, and something that we seldom  use wisely. Emily Dickinson's poem that I read for today is title "Softened by Time's consummate plush". Here the author explains another purpose for time's passing work in our lives. 

Time, something so inanimate, is described by Dickinson as something textual in order to express its effects on our griefs and sorrows. I really appreciate how the author define's time as something perfect and luxurious. I think that she is saying that Time in essence is something that is good for us. It helps our grief's pass by much smoother, and it helps us handle our more current pressing trials. Dickinson mentions that Time bisects or separates bleaker or more present sorrows. Though childhood has its own trials and anguishes, time cushions our "harder" heartaches. Time makes us realize how much easier or simpler it was to handle our childhood trials. Time Strengthens   

SOFTENED by Time’s consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood’s citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,	5
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood’s realm,
So easy to repair.