It is the Holy Spirit who makes us find joy in each flower, the exquisite scent, the delicate colour, the beauty of the Most High in the tiniest of things. Glory and honour to the Spirit, the Giver of Life, who covers the fields with their carpet of flowers, crowns the harvest with gold, and gives to us the joy of gazing at it with our eyes. O be joyful and sing to Him: Alleluia! How glorious art Thou in the springtime, when every creature awakes to new life and joyfully sings Thy praises with a thousand tongues. Thou art the Source of Life, the Destroyer of Death. By the light of the moon, nightingales sing, and the valleys and hills lie like wedding garments, white as snow. All the earth is Thy promised bride awaiting her spotless husband. If the grass of the field is like this, how gloriously shall we be transfigured in the Second Coming after the Resurrection! How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls! Glory to Thee, bringing from the depth of the earth an endless variety of colours, tastes and scents Glory to Thee for the warmth and tenderness of the world of nature Glory to Thee for the numberless creatures around us Glory to Thee for the depths of Thy wisdom, the whole world a living sign of it Glory to Thee; on my knees, I kiss the traces of Thine unseen hand Glory to Thee, enlightening us with the clearness of eternal life Glory to Thee for the hope of the unutterable, imperishable beauty of immortality Glory to Thee, O God, from age to age
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 15:58:29 +0000
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