Earthday, Birthday, Breathday: Part 4

”Inspire” me, God, please, "breathe into" me, until I breathe my last...”expire.”

      BreathDay, Birthday, thank you for this EarthDay.  It is through our very animal senses here on earth that we become aware of the spiritual that lies beyond them...as the poet closes his sonnet:

      (now the ears of my ears awake and
      now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Our senses are the portal to the spiritual, to the Divine.   Not only a poem, Cummings has given us a Prayer of Gratitude for Creation.