You accept the inferior,
Not music which is sunny and kind.
To reach you I must dig deeper;
Winter is loved by the wintry mind.
You’re not curious. Therefore, God
Is hidden from you by layers of sod.
You live in an underground cave
Comfortably. Real air is what I crave.
You accept—everyone accepts—it’s winter,
And God bless you that you do!
Since here I am, in this cave with you.
And because you are calm, I am calm, too.
But my heart knows what God will do.
One day, God will break through;
From our ceiling fall air and music and light,
Lovelier and warmer than this cave of night.
And God’s music will be sunny and kind
To kiss away winter and your wintry mind.