i thank You God: cummings and me

i thank You God for most this 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 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 and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

-e.e. cummings

And now, inspired by the style and breathless awe of e.e. cummings, I subject you to my own “I Thank You, God,” heavier on the punctuation and prose, lighter on the poetry:

I thank You, God, for frost on leaves on ground, on toy cars, for frost on face pretended by him with hands shivering tucked in straightjacket coat sleeves. Thank You for pinching cold morning soaked in layers of warm clothes, and hot smoky fire where we handle flame and wood we don’t understand, only clutching at the extra incomprehensible by us life. Thank You for the simple plenty in cast iron over open fire to draw me to women not in America, women by open fire cooking as I am cooking on a special day when I don’t do it every day.

Thank You, Spirit, for praying unimaginable words on my behalf, and to think You could use this mouth to speak Your words, and that You do because You live here.

Thank You, Creator God, for the intersection of my work and play and thought with four men or boys — each both — who are beautiful, alive, sprawling with feeling and amazement, amazing me. And am I amazing?

Thank You, Jesus Word, for thoughts thoughts thoughts thoughts to thrill me into pressing into You thrilling me. Thank You for my face, hands, armpits, legs, secret parts, mouth and stomach lined with healthy life living breathing!

Thank You, King Jesus, for reigning humble when singing Word arranged physical heart into love singing heart. Thank You for Word returning me in tow in to outstretched unending celebration arms.

Thank You, God, for bare trees stretching worship still by me stretching worship still to You.

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