Whenever low

Whenever energies debouch
I think I am a current bush
which in the winter cold is put
with naked branches, frozen foot.

It does not make me very glad,
remembering the love I had.
I turn to God and ask displeased,
Do currents not make man appeased?

And God let me despair like that
before the being focused at.
But then an answer reaches me.
A sunbeam dances, heavenly.

No more I want to mourn and grieve.
An urge the sun gives to achieve!
And I acknowledge that this urge
I will not feel when I emerge.