Sometimes, when I read something terrible, or find out about some new kind of oppression, or of a new tentacle emerging from the monster known as the “culture of death”, I have to go and find a poem. Poetry, especially those poems which seek to help us understand God more, bring some comfort. I am an especial fan of EE Cummings.
i thank You God for this most amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a
blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is
natural, which is infinite, which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any – lifted from the no
of all nothing – human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)