From the dust of the earth to clean, blue skies
penetrates is the view in early spring,
And higher rises the mighty sun chariot,
The earth longs for the profile and fragrances,
And sacred stories tell us then
I just dreamed of in the heart crevices.
He is risen from the Todesgrüften,
was and how vain human anguish,
Yes arises then the world of heaven gifts
With each annual re-break the buds
And there is nothing our love too exalted
gives us everything the merry brooks,
the ice after the hallway and eyes by digging, the least perceptible
want to talk to the light.
Achim von Arnim
Allen Friends and readers I wish a happy Easter!
tjm.
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