Even in the darkest days there is light Hidden from all except those sparkling eyes That seek deepest. In the jet, sleepless night Starlight glimmers in icicles. The skies Even at the Pole blaze with auroras. A cold, gray day's rain may freeze on hunched twigs So that even a heartless cynic must pause When the sulking sun shines. Even bigwigs Must shed their conceit and be charmed As a single sun becomes so many That dazzling blinds. The light shimmers unharmed By dark days and winter, and should any Say such light's a dream, and cannot be, I say their eyes wear scales, and cannot see.
What a music is made by the freezing rain! A strange high-pitched squealing as branches shift In the drifting mist; the muted refrain Of dripping mingled with the swift uplift Of tinkling ice as a quick cascade On high descends glittering to the street. I forget I'm just a little afraid Because far off in the forest the defeat Of a burdened bough's told by crack and crash, And because too much ice means we'll lose power, For the clouds part, and in the sun's bright flash The whole world's become some diamond flower. Our Creator is love; creation's the ring, And what is proposed should make a man sing.