The Epiphany Of…

The Epiphany of a Snowy Landscape

Lying down in the middle of a snowy plain,

I throw my head upside down 

Toward the forest behind

Like a child trying to discover a mythical face on his mother’s

I wonder at the naked crimson tops of the birch trees

immersed in the ocean that engulfs the stars.

Like the old priest of our town on the day of Epiphany

blessing our home with the twigs of hyssop and  sacred water,

God shakes the birch branches dripping with ether

to sprinkle our dormant world  with a bliss of distant ages

I wonder if he also enjoys our small fire,

soothing the loneliness of the wandering deer

By Fadi Abu-Deeb

From: Syria

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