God Speaks From Every Apple Tree

Blooming Apple Tree

I walked a path of deep sorrow
and God’s grace appeared to me miles away.

When I was greeted by a tree at meadows edge.
And at once bright again the land became.

Oh tree in spring! I lifted my tired head.
And a thousand bees hummed, pollinated in gold.

They carried home their hidden load.
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 feels still alone here in this space?
God speaks from every apple tree.

– Otto Blüse

Source: Deutscher Glaube, May 1940, p. 4, Translation done by KaiserM