«Now He is not the God of the dead
but of the living; for all live to Him.»
At night, a storm has defoliated trees.
Look you, the bony broom.
A fool who believes at this sight,
it would have been ever sommer.
And a greater fool,
who dreams and brood,
it could be ever again summer.
Just this devout folly
is the safest truth on Earth.
Translated by Sr. Maria Dörig SAC