Friday, December 9, 2011
Irsch in Winter
This is a very broad translation of a bit of the poetry of Ernst Thrasolt. In his "Winter" he finds God's blessing in the cold, short days of the season. The poet says:
In the winter,
there is rest for man and horse and cow,
a rest which is scarce
in other seasons.
Now all can sit in the warmth from the hearth,
sleep peacefully during the long nights,
and rebuild their strength.
Praise the Lord God above.