God slowly draws the sleepy winter day -
the frozen window as the snowy picture.
The day inexorably rings you have to pay
for time that's dripping out like a mixture.
You see His brushes in every shining point
that glimmers bright in snowflakes drifting down.
But every moment time stuffs its exploit
in head, in heart, in sky, in memory, in town.
These gifts rewrite your perfect vital code.
And crowd of images which in mind was splendid
begin to melt... And than you'll see your God
but winter day by deepest dark will end it.
And when you meet Him abruptly face to face
Could you conveniently place your God somewhere?
So do you ever know your own place
In the earthly world?
God will expect you there...
Winter day
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