Friday, March 1, 2013

I Am a Little Church.



Photo by: Heavybluesman




i am a little church(no great cathedral)

By e.e.cummings


Original Language English

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)


I like this poem so much. I guess because I also feel like a little church, not a great cathedral. In fact, I can relate to everything in this poem. God bless you all.

4 comments:

Just Be Real said...

Blessings to you too dear one. (((Belle))))

Belle said...

And to you.

Sherry Ellis said...

Little churches are comforting for all kinds of people!

Belle said...

Hi Sherry- Yes they are. God Bless you and your family.