[Somewhere I have never travelled]

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience; your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

---E E Cummings

I was just thinking of poetry today and how much I love some of it. This is one of my most favorite poems by an amazing poet. Even though this is a romantic poem, and a very good one at that, I was thinking about how it relates to the way God is with me. He is the Great and Almighty God, but at the same time, has hands that are small enough to reach into the depths of me and open me. And although maybe someday I will be able to say such things of a man or him to me, I know that no one can move me to open and close with such fragility as does the Bright Morning Star, Jesus Christ, my Savior and my God! Have a wonderful rest of the day...(& you should check out some poetry today)