Madeleine L'Engle Quote

The winter is cold, is cold.All's spent in keeping warm.Has joy been frozen, too?I blow upon my handsStiff from the biting wind.My heart beats slow, beats slow.What has become of joy?If joy's gone from my heartThen it is closed to YouWho made it, gave it life...Elusive, evasive, peace comesOnly when it's not sought.Help me forget the coldThat grips the grasping world...

Madeleine L'Engle

The winter is cold, is cold.All's spent in keeping warm.Has joy been frozen, too?I blow upon my handsStiff from the biting wind.My heart beats slow, beats slow.What has become of joy?If joy's gone from my heartThen it is closed to YouWho made it, gave it life...Elusive, evasive, peace comesOnly when it's not sought.Help me forget the coldThat grips the grasping world...

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