A Snowy Day in Spring

The snow is gently falling
On this day in early spring
My heart is gently weeping
On this wintry day of my soul.

My heart, which not so long ago
Felt so pure and warm and clear,
Has of late felt no pain
But no joy either I now perceive.

O deep dark mystery of life
How subtle is your coming and going
You come when I least expect you
And depart on the wings of certainty
When at last I think I understand.

Help me once more to be a beginner
Open my mind and heart
Let me feel, really feel
The cold of this winter day in spring
That I may learn to feel again.

Spring 1985

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