“I am not sorry when silence becomes singing”

I’m not much for poetry, really. My favorite poets, in no particular order, are Shel Silverstein, Dr. Seuss, and my husband. So when I come across a poem that moves me, it’s quite unusual. And wonderful. Which is probably the best way to enjoy poetry, even if it’s not often.

Yesterday, a poem grabbed me. Enough to make me think I might want to read more of this author. Here it is.

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

movies and tv

Fish fingers and custard.

I cannot describe how excited I am, watching this trailer. Wait, let me try – watching it made me bounce up and down in my seat on the couch and wave my tiny fists of doom in the air spastically, yelling “Honey … Honey… Honey… comere! comere!” And then I melted into a puddle of goo. Happy happy goo.

This season looks so amazing. This show just gets better and better. (I cannot help but imagine what it would have been like to have a Stephan Moffat/David Tennant series). There is an episode that is written by Neil Gaiman, that stars Michael Sheen. And that just makes my heart explode.

I tried to get Wm to watch it, but he doesn’t care that much about Doctor Who. He knows that his apathy frustrates me. And that’s fun for him.