Then I Will Live 

By Huub Oosterhuis

It will be very early

as it was then.

The stone was rolled away

I have gotten up from the ground.

My eyes can bear the light.

I walk and do not stumble

I speak and understand myself.

People come towards me --

We are transformed and know each other.

The morning mist rises.

I think I can see a barren plain.

I see full sheaves, long stalks, ears

in which the corn is swelling.

Trees surround the farmland

Hills wave into the distance

uphill, and become clouds.

Behind them crystal, blinding.

The sea that gave back its dead.

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Source: Time of Life by Huub Oosterhuis