...i lift my diminuitive 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)
ee cummings


well, tonite, whether you like ot or not, you are going to get the lyrical genius of ee cummings.... and patty griffin (my good 'ole friend.) if it isn't obvious, i'm dealing with a high amplitude of thoughts and thinks. and if you are already a bit confused, i am sorry for you. before i go much further, i need to give christan credit for the ee cummings clip -- i read it on her blog and remembered in a moment why i fell madly in love with mr. cummings a long time ago. some of you know this, as you saw my old apartment -- complete with a painted version of ' i thank you god' covering two walls of my bedroom in a secret garden green. if you missed it, it was lovely, it really was.

okay, i don't want to pass out any more meaningless wds tonite. so, here is patty's 'forgiveness' from 'living with ghosts.' this is for you carrie a. after our conversation, i was just a little eager for you to hear this. and you can't hear it at the moment, but you can read it. hope it will suffice until sunday.

We are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and what's more we never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will never be free
I heard them ringing the bells in heaven and hell
They got a secret they're getting ready to tell
It's falling from the skies
It's calling from the graves
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes boy, I think we are saved
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
We are calling for help tonight on a thin phone line
As usual we're having ourselves one hell of a time
And the planes keep flying over our heads
No matter how loud we shout
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
And we keep wavin and wavin our arms in the air but we're all tired out
I heard somebody say today's the day
Big old hurricane she's blowing our way
Knockin over the buildings
Killing all the lights
Open your eyes boy, we made it through the night
Open your eyes boy, we made it though the night
Let's take a walk on the bridge right over this mess
Don't need to tell me a thing baby, we already confessed
And I raise my voice to the air
And we were blessed
It's hard to give
It's hard to get
It's hard to give
But still I think it's the best bet
Hard to give
Never gonna forget
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness

.. and off to sleep dreaming of the land of canaan and the promise of things to come