For my first post on the Minister’s Blog, I want to share my favorite poem about a church, because I think it so aptly describes New Union. The poem was written by e.e. cummings, and is titled: “i am a little church (no great cathedral)”. Remember that cummings only rarely used capital letters and his punctuation is idiosyncratic too, so don’t complain to me about the capital letters and punctuation! Here’s the poem:

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)

A poem that beautifully describes our little church…

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