O you tender ones, walk now and then
Into the breath that blows coldly past,
Upon your cheeks let it tremble and part;
Behind you it will tremble together again.
O you blessed ones, you who are whole,
You who seem the beginning of hearts,
Bows for the arrows and arrows’ targets
Tear-bright, your lips more eternally smile.
Don’t be afraid to suffer; return
That heaviness to the earth’s own weight;
Heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
Even the small trees you planted as children
Have long since become too heavy; you could not
Carry them now. But the winds…But the spaces….