May 3, 2004

• Tying Loose Ends

  
  

  
  

  You are tired,
  (I think)
  Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
  And so am I.

  
  

  
  

  Come with me, then,
  And we'll leave it far and far away--
  (Only you and I understand!)

  
  

  You have played,
  (I think)
  And broke the toys you were fondest of,
  And are a little tired now;
  Tired of things that break, and--
  Just tired.
  So am I.
  

  But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
  And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart--
  Open to me!
  For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
  And, if you like,
  The perfect places of Sleep.
  

  Ah, come with me!
  I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
  That floats forever and a day;
  I'll sing you the jacinth song
  Of the probable stars;
  I will attempt the unstartled steps of dream,
  Until I find the Only Flower,
  Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
  While the moon comes out of the sea.
  

  
  

  -- E.E.Cummings
  
  
  
  

  Sometimes I have an idea that just won't leave me alone.  Last week I posted a snippet of an e e cummings poem.  I've had it on my mind ever since and I wanted to post the entire poem for you.  It's very much more positive than the snippet made it sound.  Intimate with the comfort of the old friend who knows what you're really thinking when you smile at the jokes, and nod at the right places, but you have that slight tension in your temple.  It's an invitation to come away from the things that stress us and wear on us.  An invitation to trust your heart to the blossom that your friend - your lover - has plucked for its soft resting place. 

  
  

  I hope you are resting tonight. 

  
  

  If you haven't seen the blog just below this, please check it out and consider whether you might be able to do something to support one of our troops.  A card saying "thank you", a magazine or book of crossword puzzles, so many things we can send that would cost less than the postage to send but would be priceless to those in the field lonely for home and doing without things that we all take for granted. 

  
  

  The boys and I mailed our package today.  In a couple of weeks, we'll send another.  Because we know that it isn't just SPC Truit.  We have hundreds of thousands of men and women serving in Iraq, Afghanistan, and around the world.  Anytime we can do something to make their day a little better, I'm thankful to God for that opportunity. 

  
  

  You may not have noticed, but I've practically bitten my tongue until it bleeds in my effort not to make this about politics.  I won't violate that now, the point isn't the political, it's the personal.  Men and women with real faces and real names with real needs.  But I want credit for this effort to keep the focus where it belongs. 

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