i carry your heart with me

with surprising frequency these days, i find echoes of the gospel in film, literature, and song. perhaps this is inevitable, as it is God's own story, the message that is resounding throughout creation. yet it always seems to catch me off-guard - and maybe for that reason, it arrests me and draws me again to him. i hear his voice assuring me of his steadfast love and faithfulness, as when i recently heard the songs "bridge over troubled water" and "i'll stand by you." i see the irony and wonder of his calling on comparatively small and weak beings like us to play an indispensable role in his purpose of defeating evil and bringing redemption to his creation, as seen in the epic "lord of the rings" trilogy. and today, i found the heart of true worship in a poem by e.e. cummings. to whom can we truly say these things? there can be only One.

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 the 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)

e.e. cummings - i carry your heart with me