⍟124. DIVINE CROP

Divine tillage

Communal labor of God

Blessed

Praised be

Oh Virgin Mother of God

Divine harvest

In this furrow of love

New life

New world

Happy and without fear

Oh divine cure

To You I offer myself

In the fever

Of love

That transforms pain into ecstasy

Divine madness

Let the sons of God dance

I harvest

And I discover

Those of Saint Irineu

My brothers uniting

Will be a jagube in flower

Community

In the forest

Of which Saint John so dreamed