Friday, July 8, 2011


... I am glad to have put this poem up on my wall:

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

by e.e. cummings (he's my fave!)


Anonymous said...

Lovely! I'm a big Cummings fan, but I've never seen this one before! Thanks for sharing.

Taylor Yves said...

wow, so eloquent.

and yes, ashley, let's all take a trip to michigan! i was planning on going home labor day weekend so perhaps some of our amigos will join?