,

August

Upon fields and orchards

Growing towards harvest

there look with blessing

The spirits of heaven;

And their gaze searches 

Men’s hearts for ripening.

In the close weaving

Of manifold fates 

they feel the pattern.

To the great Weaver, 

The Lord of destiny,

We send our thoughts. 

He heals in the body

The senses’ dullness.

He wakes in the soul

The spirit’s will.

May His Community

Work in the world

Warmed by His grace —

Joining the sundered

Where at the altar

The ways of men meet.

By, Adam Bittleston in Meditative Prayers for Today

available at http://www.steinerbooks.org/Books/BookDetail.aspx?productID=264

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