We
We approached the winter cold
With gelid hands of frost
Not flesh but numb of bronze
We felt
Experienced:
And saw
The icicles one by one drip
Drop
From our hands not flesh but numb of bronze
We said: ’ It is the weather’
But
Inside laughed the Inner Soul
Laughed deep and audible and
Said:
‘See my restlessness. I am of You.
And I am restless.
So You.’
Emmanuel George Cefai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-approached-the-winter-cold/
