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.
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