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)
I too, I am a little church down in nature
Somewhere where normalized human
does not even have a look
because it seems of no interest.
I too, I just follow the nature
and her breathing, her dreams, her laughter,
her kind of being even in Fall.
Even at night, when the Sun is reborn somewhere.
I too, I’m going on and on and on my way
of being member of this enormes entity
called Universe – perhabs as tiny part
non-upstand my real importance.
I too, I learned to understand, whar reality
really presents to us as a gift:
real in some linguages means belonging to the King.
and in our linguage is became an unit to deal with.
I too, I discovered my chirch in this very moment
while doing what I’m doing and loving rhat I’m realizing
making real, creating now.
I believe with all my heart that this poem is about self, and is one of his most moving works. Self, at peace with the world, and full of faith.
im usingthis poem for a project in english. i think in a way it uses symbolsm, you dont have to be big to be important. whatever it is i love it
Did anyone else pick up on his use of a capitalized god (Him) in a poem with his trademark no other capital letters. Strange for the son of a Unitarian minister of that era or not?
As an organist in a small church, this embodies wonderfully the spirit of such a church.
I was introduced to this poem while visiting a remote Congregational church on east Maui–the Hui’aloha church. In my ministry to small congregations in rural settings I find discouragement in not being able to do ” everything that has been done in the past. We are just too small and too old”. This poem gives permission to “be” just what you are, to continue to dance to the rhythm of time, love and contentment.
I used this poem to write an essay and i found that the imagery displayed in this poem is something that i can relate to. The image of an unassuming, country church is something that i find comforting and it reminds me of the not so distant past.
I love reading this piece out loud. In a church setting it has rarely been heard by most of the audience. My way of reading it is to start out in verse one slowly and thoughtfully. Verses two and three become the quickest, line 7 being the fastest and line 10 not being far behind. Those two lists of ____ and ____ and… let you deal with each word as an emotional power point. Get some body language in there. raising your arms higher with each word is one way of emphasizing the build up. The rest of the poem is a slow down again until you are reading the last verse similarly to the first. However, the last verse is one of quiet strength and should sound that way. Again, watch that body language. Straighten your spine. If you’re standing behind something, consider finishing from memory, or take the book in hand, and step closer to the audience.