this poem by e.e. cummings came tucked in an email from my mom this morning:
may i be gay
like every lark
who lifts his life
from all the dark
who wings his why
beyond because
and sings an if
of day to yes
the perfect poem for a perfect morning…the air clear and cool, the sky a drunken blue.
ahh…indeed,
to lift our lives from the dark…
to wing our whys…
beyond because…
to sing, to sing,
yes,
to sing,
right past the ifs,
to yes.
yes,
yes, yes, and
o yes.
“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.” Psalms 24
“Starting from a higher standpoint, one rises spontaneously, even as light emits light without effort; for “where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.” Science and Health by Mary Baker Eddy
“God has not given us vast learning to solve all the problems, or unfailing wisdom to direct all the wanderings of our brothers’ lives; but He has given to every one of us the power to be spiritual, and by our spirituality to lift and enlarge and enlighten the lives we touch.” Phillips Brooks
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