Winter Will Not Last Forever
We are laden with
Immortal snow. It seems we will
Never again breathe, buried under these shrouds, frozen beneath these sorrows of
Things long passed away. Can you hear the loneliness
Exhale around us? Still, distant memories of life
Rumble beneath our icy shrouds . . .
Would you believe the promise germinating beneath the snow: that life still
Labored but not
Now can you see? Frozenness and silence will
Only make the
Thaw all the more splendid? Listen, hear the harbinger whispers . . .
Loveliness will soon burst out of this winter: from the Death comes the Beginning Again.
Awake! Frost will make us at last extend our trembling hands towards the Fire.
Songs will come only after there has been such a silence
That purged our ears of all lethargy.
Fear not the lonely darkness
Of the soul’s winter nights, when no warmth of consolation comes—
Rather, keep watch and prepare for the coming of
Everlasting light. By the cold snow you are being tested.
Vindicated soon, you will breathe again . . .
Emptied of that which was rotted, purged clean with breathless purity. Yet until then,
Realize that winter will not last forever.
By Mary Faustina