I was in Iceland recently looking at a frozen lake

The day was fading but the horizon was quite clear

The ice in front of me was deepening in its blue colour

 

To be truthful I knew everything and nothing

As in thirty minutes it would have been pitch dark

And I would not have been able to see even an atom

 

I knew then that God was speaking to me

But I could not hear a word as the ice winds

Were blind in their frozen cruelty that evening

 

 

Iceland Diary (1937)