Thursday, December 15, 2011


Rich and soft descends the snow
Blinding the earth;
Under the heavenly load of white
Hastes forth her life;
Death becomes light!

Still,the eyes gaze
At midnight, when the crowded
Shoots countless spirit arrows.
Stars come together
Anew to an infinite
Power web.

Humbly the earth rotates in their midst.
That dull, chosen star
In a shy glow of tender rays.
Earth, small cradle,
Once again the Creator lays himself down,
The child in you
Stands over the holiest of planets.

Karl Thylman
(translated from Dutch)

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