It's been an interesting day to say the least. Prayed and processed through many things that I needed to. I got stuck as I was cleaning my room tonight on an E.E Cummings poem.
"May my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
Whatever they sing is better than to know
And if men should not hear them men are old.
May my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if its sunday may I be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young.
And may I do nothing usefully
and love so more than truly
Theres never been quite such a fool who cuold fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile."
E.E Cummings.
MY heart liked this poem tonight because it reminded me of the silly good things in life. IN the words of this wonderful poet "May I do nothing usefully and love so more than truly."
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