Sunday Sermon
Find yourself.
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles, and
may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
e.e. cummings
November 11th, 2007 at 7:29 am
Lovely.
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Blessings! ~W
November 11th, 2007 at 8:24 am
Any day I get to read an e. e. cummings poem is a good day!
Although — laugh — I can’t turn the teacher in me off. I thought it was a poem you had written and I was going to suggest that “were” should be replaced with “are” to get a rhyme there too. Ah, the hubris, editing e. e. cummings! Starting the day with a little humility is also a good thing! 
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That’s ok… I had it saved and went to the source to double check the punctuation.
~W
November 11th, 2007 at 11:26 am
Totally Breathtaking…… I love it. xxo
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I’m so glad! ~W
November 11th, 2007 at 1:56 pm
This “Maggie” needs to go to the beach and find a shell that sings. (or a metaphorical one anyway)
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I’m feeling you! ~W
November 14th, 2007 at 6:48 am
very cute poem. But I love the reminder of my beach!
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Ok, I should fess up and tell you that the beach is in California… and that photo is OLD.
~W