I am a little church — e. e. cummings

I am a little church

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).

~ Edward Estlin Cummings ~

(Complete Poems 1904-1962)

About new desert

Nurturing the Gift of Seeking is about a spiritual "destination," a journey within, a new beginning, that eventually takes us where we are meant to arrive. Some call it Home, yet I am not sure what Home means, and where it is. Enjoy the journey, dear Ones! On this journey, what matters, first and foremost, is our seeking spirit. And the seed of perseverance--or faith, if you will. Happy journey, dear fellow Sisters and Brothers!
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2 Responses to I am a little church — e. e. cummings

  1. Qu’importe, Dieu se trouve aussi dans les petites églises…
    Merci pour cette beauté, Gilles

  2. new desert says:

    Merci chère Elisabeth de ton passage et de tes notes, à droite et à gauche. Le compagnonnage, si je puis employer ce mot, en sus de l’amitié, fait chaud au cœur.

    J’ai poste ce joli poème car il m’ fait penser à la “basilique” au chœur / cœur de laquelle j’ai réalisé mon expérience, autour du mercredi des Cendres, il y a deux ans.

    Ce n’est donc pas une histoire de taille, mais de sainteté, si je puis dire!

    Amour et Lumière, ma chère!


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