Coming of the Lord
a verse translation of a poem by Endre Ady
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1 min readNov 27, 2022
When I was cast out,
When I carried my soul, stumbling weakly,
Quietly and unexpected
The Lord did embrace me.
Silently he came,
Without brass herald, with arms open, earnest,
Not by daylight’s blazing luster,
By night’s howling tempest.
