e.e.c.

"i am a little church (no great cathedral)"
by 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)