It will be at the breaking dawn, as then.

Monika Fahrnberger & Manfred Novak

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It will be at the breaking dawn, as then.
The morning mist dissolves.
A barren plain I thought I would see.
Full sheaves I see, tall with sturdy stalk,
rich in golden grain,
trees that border the farmland,
hills that wave to the distant sky,
sweep upwards and soar to the cloud line.

Beyond this, as crystal dazzling and blinding,
the sea that gave back her dead.
We pass the night in each other’s shadow.
We are awakened by the light of dawn.
As if someone has called us by our true name.
I shall be living.

Text: Huub Oosterhuis, transl. by Tony Barr

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[Queensland Rainforest View, taken after the ascent to some mountain peak...]

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