An Evening In Winter
When snow kisses
my window
the evening bells
seem to peal forever...
The table is set,
the house neat,
prepared to receive.
From wandering,
many follow
their dusky paths
to this portal.
The earth's cool sap
sprouts a flowering tree
dripping golden grace.
Be still, sojourner, step in:
Sorrow has worried
this threshold
to naked stone.
But look:
wrapped in pristine,
radiant light,
there on the table,
shine bread and wine.
- trans. mce
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
An Evening In Winter
When snow kisses
my window
the evening bells
seem to peal forever...
The table is set,
the house neat,
prepared to receive.
From wandering,
many follow
their dusky paths
to this portal.
The earth's cool sap
sprouts a flowering tree
dripping golden grace.
Be still, sojourner, step in:
Sorrow has worried
this threshold
to naked stone.
But look:
wrapped in pristine,
radiant light,
there on the table,
shine bread and wine.
- trans. mce
