Full Moon
Worship: 12 Noon
Thorns not its own are tangled in its foliage;
Our greed has starved it, our despite has choked it.
Yet, look! it lives! its grief has not destroyed it,
Nor fire consumed it.
See how its branches reach to us in welcome;
Hear what the Voice says, "Come to me, ye weary!
Give me your sickness, give me all your sorrow,
I will give blessing."
(as above, sts. 3,4)
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