the here of the earth

wherelings whenlings
(daughters of ifbut offspring of hopefear
sons of unless and children of almost)
never shall guess the dimension of

him whose
each
foot likes the
here of this earth

whose both
eyes
love
this now of the sky

--endlings of isn't
shall never
begin
to begin to

imagine how(only are shall be were
dawn dark rain snow rain
-bow &
a

moon
's whis-
per
in sunset

or thrushes toward dusk among whippoorwills or
tree field rock hollyhock forest brook chickadee
mountain. Mountain)
whycoloured worlds of because do
not stand against yes which is built by
forever & sunsmell
(sometimes a wonder
of wild roses

sometimes)
with north
over
the barn

-e.e. cummings






it's not about the excuses or the what-ifs or the maybe-tomorrows. it's not about oh this day just sucked because of this.

it's about being so present and just look around and see. because all those excuses and thoughts and what-ifs don't even stand a chance against the evidence of God's glory everywhere around us, and how can we not just fall so in love with that and with Him? how can we not just be brought to our knees at every moment, just realizing that we're alive and what a gift that is.