In the freezing cold air and dense thick mist

In the freezing cold air and dense thick mist,
I run to God for warmth and light, and look
to His burning passion and unearthly
radiance to unlock and soften this

hard air, to lift this darkness. If my mind
seems distanced, confused, it's that He absorbs
all my thoughts; deep inside His great stillness
intent I listen for a sound barely

heard, a voice: "Don't be afraid, Jesus came
to this world out of God's vast timeless sea,
to lighten life's heavy burden, to give

rest; the waves grow gentler, transparent to
those who let their humble craft float freely
who trust to fathomless kindness and grace."

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
V XLVII:208. See also B S1:84:127; R IX:416. MSs V2, L, Pa, RA. Translations: Roscoe 101, 330 (two versions); Tusiani 176. Key

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