“Winter had settled over me,
The frost sealing my eyes, my mouth;
My bones as ice,
Stilled
Beneath frozen water.
You came
And planted your sun like a seed in me,
Warm,
Precious,
Pearl of light,
And my being became the song of snow-melt,
A river-burst of birdsong
Rising.
At your touch my body is a garden
Of snowdrops;
This tender blooming
The greening of my soul.”
Maria Ede-Weaving
King Edward Street Chapel 