priest lake, northern idaho
My week of rest was also a week of beauty. I was surrounded by nature's beauty and lifes' blessings. I am so thankful it ended with Easter so I could praise all the is good in the world. Thank you e.e. cummings. This poem was a perfect end to a perfect week.
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
wich 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 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 and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)