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 allnothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
I love this poem by e.e. cummings and thought today was a good day to post it.
My daughter is singing and blowing raspberries into my arm. Thank you God.
(Ben Witherington has a funny post today – see the side bar).