Monday, March 30, 2009

i am a little church (no great cathedral)

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 chruch(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not sorry 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)

-ee cummings

2 comments:

Laura. said...

I really like that poem.

And sometimes I find it hard to relate to poetry at first read--but that one was great.

rivalee sunshine said...

i appreciate ee cummings.