the arthritic fingers of winter are relentless,
crushing into ice in the dark
all that had dared to soften
in the light of lengthening day.
pain and release, punishment
and care — each
we could never have designed this,
these alternating forces shaping the hands
that sculpt this world
into a beauty beyond intellect
into a heaven beyond reason.
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