God Speaks from Every Apple Tree
by Otto Blüse
original translation from the German by Kaiser M.
I WALKED A path of deep sorrow
And God’s grace appeared to be miles away.
When I was greeted by a tree at meadow’s edge.
And at once, bright the land became again.
Oh tree in spring! I lifted my tired head,
And a thousand bees hummed, pollinated in gold.
They carried home their hidden cargo;
I was no longer aware of my grief.
For to whom could the world still appear dark,
When all the treetops stand white in bloom?
And who still feels alone here in this space?
God speaks from every apple tree.
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Source: Deutscher Glaube, May 1940, p. 4, via Volkish