As the young vine, after the frost
Reaches up its whitened arms to the sun
So my soul reaches out to you
God of the silences
As the frozen ground
Stretches itself out for the sun’s warmth
So my soul offers itself to you
God of the silences
As the small bird flies with delight
From thawing branch to thawing branch
So my soul sings at your approach
God of the silences
As the trees raise their branches to the bluing sky
In adoration of the returning sun
So my soul rises singing from my fragile body
To you God of the silences
Out of the frozen winter of unknowing
Into the paths of fellowship I go
Thanks be to you
God of the great and small silences
See the little flowers,
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As the young vine, after the frost
Reaches up its whitened arms to the sun
So my soul reaches out to you
God of the silences
As the frozen ground
Stretches itself out for the sun’s warmth
So my soul offers itself to you
God of the silences
As the small bird flies with delight
From thawing branch to thawing branch
So my soul sings at your approach
God of the silences
As the trees raise their branches to the bluing sky
In adoration of the returning sun
So my soul rises singing from my fragile body
To you God of the silences
Out of the frozen winter of unknowing
Into the paths of fellowship I go
Thanks be to you
God of the great and small silences
See the little flowers, the little yellow and white flowers
That have come out after the frost
See the little birds
That fly for joy in the air
As life begins again
After the frozen embrace of midwinter
My soul laughs and sings in your warmth
God of the silences
—Kate Evans
York, United Kingdom
