Sometimes, when I read something terrible, or find out about some new kind of oppression, or of a new tentacle emerging from the monster known as the “culture of death”, I have to go and find a poem. Poetry, especially those poems which seek to help us understand God more, bring some comfort. I am an especial fan of EE Cummings. 

i thank You God for this most amazing day:

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a

blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is

natural, which is infinite, which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today

and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth

day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any – lifted from the no

of all nothing – human merely being

doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)