by: Georg Trakl
When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell...
For so many has the table
Been prepared, the house set in order.
From their wandering, many
Come on dark paths to this gateway.
The tree of grace is flowering in gold
Out of the cool sap of the earth.
In stillness, wanderer, step in:
Grief has worn the threshold into stone.
But see: in pure light, glowingThere on the table: bread and wine.
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Approaching the longest night of the year.
The first day of winter.
A holy time, full of darkness and light.
Saint Marty is ready for a long winter's nap.
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