tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150138539086803815.post7921498394056009280..comments2017-01-22T22:53:17.550-08:00Comments on From Grief to Worship: Approaching SorrowPepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808844474464615938noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150138539086803815.post-12474675135458375342011-01-15T15:33:14.990-08:002011-01-15T15:33:14.990-08:00i am a little church by E. E. Cummings
i am a lit...i am a little church by E. E. Cummings<br /><br />i am a little church(no great cathedral)<br />far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities<br />-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,<br />i am not sorry when sun and rain make april<br /><br />my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;<br />my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving<br />(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children<br />whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness<br /><br />around me surges a miracle of unceasing<br />birth and glory and death and resurrection:<br />over my sleeping self float flaming symbols<br />of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains<br /><br />i am a little church(far from the frantic<br />world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature<br />-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;<br />i am not sorry when silence becomes singing<br /><br />winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to<br />merciful Him Whose only now is forever:<br />standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence<br />(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)herbinoreply@blogger.com