i carry your heart

i carry your hearte.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Father Charlie said this poem as part of his homily this morning. We had sunrise service, which was more beautiful than I imagined it would be. Although it was cold, cloudy, and I had goosebumps all over, everything seemed to be perfect. One little boy made his First Communion today. The birds were chirping when we sang. And Father Charlie gave a beautiful homily that will stick with me forever. 

The story he told was of his 3 nephews who loved to show him pictures of themselves when he visited. In one picture, 2 of the boys were standing with their bikes and one bike was just sitting there, without the other boy. But that other boy pointed at the picture and said "That's where I was after I left the bike". So although he wasn't in the picture, he knew he was supposed to be there and was there at one point. 

Father Charlie also related this to the story of Stephanie and Christian Nielson, the couple in a horrible plane crash in 2008. The story is in Parade today, but y'all should look it up at some point. It's an amazing story- extremely sad at first, but although things aren't as they used to be on the outside withe the Nielson family, everything is the same on the inside. They still love each other, even if they don't look the same as in pictures. 

Father Charlie said this is the same as when Jesus left the tomb after rising. He was there, at one point. And it may not look like he is there, because we see things through a narrow view, but he was there and we will remember him being there.

I hope y'all enjoy the poem and get what I was trying to explain about the homily. Of course I can't say it as well as Father Charlie did :p

Hope y'all have a happy Easter! :)