Graphic by MamaBear
I am a little church(no great cathedral)
e. e. cummings
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)
