God becomes in us
God longs for God
and uses us,
rises in us ...
becomes in us.
Let us rise simply.
a quiet dough.
This is the last year.
There will be no other,
but heartless nature
seemingly relents.
Never has a winter sun
spilled so much light,
never have so many flowers
dared such early bloom.
The air is brilliant, sharp.
Never have I taken
such long, long breaths.