Wishing that I was in the garden today instead of sitting on the couch, watching the 'rosy' infection spreading on my leg, nauseous from the many drugs I am now taking...
A sweet friend sent this poem to me, so I share it with you...
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
4/29/2008
wishing
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Dear Jana,
I hope you are getting better. I wish I could do something more than send you good thoughts...
Dear Jana,
I hope you are getting better too. In the future, when you plan on having a serious illness, I'd appreciate a few weeks notice so I can clear my schedule in anticipation.
As you might be able to tell, when I'm nervous, I tell inappropriate jokes.
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