Weird post with no connection

may my heart always be open to littlebirds

who are the secrets of living

whatever they sing is better than to know

and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry

and fearless and thirsty and supple

and even if it's sunday may i be wrong

for whenever men are right they are not young

A lovely e.e. cummings poem posted by Fr Longenecker

I read it and then my next post is this:



There's so much in life I don't understand...and a whole lot I don't want to :o)

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