Wednesday, November 14, 2007

i <3 e.e. cummings...

walter used this poem in our celtic worship and his talk on sunday - it is my new favorite:
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
i <3 e.e. cummings...


wilsonian said...

Love ee!

Must have been the birds that reminded me of this one by Wendell Berry...

Teach me work that honors Thy work,
the true economies of goods and words,
to make my arts compatible
with the songs of the local birds.

Teach me patience beyond work
and, beyond patience, the blest
Sabbath of Thy unresting love
which lights all things and gives rest.

Heidi Renee said...

Beautiful Erin - thank you!!