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“i am a little church” – By e. e. cummings

October 13, 2011

[A big “Thank you” to my Dad for sharing with me this beautiful poem by e. e. cummings. When I read it, I can’t help but think of the eloquent, wordless testimony our own Chapel has been giving for over 126 years:]

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) 

(e. e. cummings, 1894-1962)

[The source for e. e. cummings’ poem is http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings/11911; the photo of St. Paul’s Chapel is by Heath O’Fee, whose work can be accessed at http://yycofee.wordpress.com/.]

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