i am a little church(no great cathedral) <br />far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities <br />-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, <br />i am not sorry when sun and rain make april <br /> <br />my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; <br />my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving <br />(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children <br />whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness <br /> <br />around me surges a miracle of unceasing <br />birth and glory and death and resurrection: <br />over my sleeping self float flaming symbols <br />of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains <br /> <br />i am a little church(far from the frantic <br />world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature <br />-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest; <br />i am not sorry when silence becomes singing <br /> <br />winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to <br />merciful Him Whose only now is forever: <br />standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence <br />(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)<br /><br />e.e. cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-a-little-church-no-great-cathedral-77/
