You’ll See, All Things Will Be Made New

--Menno Wigman (trans. Judith Wilkinson)

How fortunate that Holland doesn’t exist.

Only a slender land of mist and clay,

only the millions of dead without a grave,

only the ultimatum of the sea.

And what a comfort that there’s no tomorrow,

that there was never any snow or hail

or sun or a spring breeze – nothing at all.

Only the ultimatum of the light.

That was your forecast for today. Sit tight.