Under a vault of stars
I walked last night, in – 25 degrees Celsius, over my dear Mosselmeadows.
How can anything so totally frozen and dead a few months later resurrect and rejoice with lark-trills and curlew-cascades, burgeon with a violet sheen and bathe in sunlight with a bouquet of mulch and possiblilities?
How will this frozen ground ever get ready for the feast?
But the cold winter night – if you dare confront it – holds a clarity capable of sharing the grandest perspectives.
A song sang for me as I traversed the fields. (In Swedish…)
An English rendition would go somewhat like this:
Under a vault of stars
alone I fare.
A tiara of winternight
twinkles in my hair
Lonely in the cold night?
Tired, sick, and scared?
Maybe, but even then
as a god disguised I tread.
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
The frosty ground I walk
gleams in response
glitters of starry stuff
glints of what I was once .
One time – yes now! – I’ll see
myself anew:
the starvault of the heaven’s skies
holds my inside temple too!
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
From the widths of the Milky Way
a silent wind inspire,
angels and black holes sing
in the cosmic choir:
“You are but dust, and yet
all dwells in you,
all – in eternity
is a part of you too.”
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, gloria in excelsis Deo!
You are a part of me, in excelsis Deo!
I am a part of you, in excelsis Deo!
Anders Nyberg
Så enkelt och vackert du beskriver det! Fint att kunna gå ut sådär och känna storheten, m e d rädslan och tröttheten. Inte vet jag vilken melodi du har, men det sjunger i mig likafullt.