American poet e. e. cummings sums up the healing capacity of God’s creation and how it points us to His existence. i thank You God for most this amazing… i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is … Read more
The boys and I spent the afternoon yesterday hiking and playing in a river that runs through the state park. We read the following poem by Walt Whitman and were successful in finding a few “heart-shaped leaves” of our own. I wish July would never end…. A July Afternoon By The Pond The fervent heat, … Read more
A Minor Bird I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day; Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more. The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key. … Read more
Laughing Blue Steel TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil—maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing blue steel to each other—maybe. Sure I would rather be a chisel with you than a fish. Sure I would rather be a chisel with you than a bird. Take these two … Read more
The Bee is Not Afraid of Me The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially — The Brooks laugh louder when I come — The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day? -Emily Dickinson
