O Christ, the Light of heaven
And of the world true Light,
You come in all your radiance
To cleave the web of night.
Winter has come
with its entourage of wind-
birds through the realm of trees
shifting their tonnage
against the dawn's grey-feathered sky,
that is just opening its great wings
of snow and down of light
over the deep nests of the fields:
the unseeable branches of mystery
through our darkly shimmering sleep.