a temporary sign off

i realize that i haven't written in a while. it has been very busy: a new job, moving, and my van battery slowly dying. The schultz household has been a flurry of activity, some good, some stressful, but all moving towards beneficial changes for both of us.

so that being said, with the move (and qwest not being offered at our new apartment complex) we will be without reliable internet usage. i will not be able to write for a little while but know that i am cooking stuff up. new job, move, the next episode of 'the pursuit'. so until then . . . i hope all is well and God bless.

adam and maria

e. e. cummings 95 Poems, 77

i am a little church(no great cathedral)

far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities

--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,

i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;

my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving

(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children

whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing

birth and glory and death and resurrection:

over my sleeping self float flaming symbols

of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic

world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature

--i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;

i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to

merciful Him Whose only now is forever:

standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence

(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)