THE DRIED-OUT TREE
We were imprisoned in time’s inky blackness
and high above us space lay black as soot
and what in past days we had known most deeply:
a dried-out tree with dead and withered root.
But then a clear-eyed dawn broke through the mist clouds
that brooded round the years’ dark-hooded land,
then in the dried-out tree a bird was singing
and tender plant shoots trembled in our hands.
The dead root filled with sap deep in the darkness
as our dreams are awakened by a spring.
The star of bethlehem’s white stars are gleaming
and where a heart is beating sources sing.
To see original Swedish poem, go to here.
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