He brought light out of darkness,
not out of a lesser light,
and he can bring thee summer out of winter,
though thou hast no spring.
Though in the ways of fortune, understanding, or conscience
thou hast been benighted till now,
wintered and frozen,
clouded and eclipsed,
damped and benumbed,
smothered and stupefied,
now God comes to thee,
not as the dawning of the day,
not as the bud of the spring,
but as the sun at noon.
~John Donne

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I get caught by winter,
damped and benumbed,
stuck in place, frozen to the spot.
Only God can come,
like the winter sun dim at noon,
almost invisible, but there,
encouraging the shoot from the ground,
drying our wings,
wringing the darkness
to free the reluctant light.
~EPG