When flames of love lit the morning stars

When from the womb of divine pathos, flames of love lit the morning stars, they burst forth singing with a million angels— and God began the rites of spring. Now in due season— He grants rain for the flourishing of our soul. He summons us by name; calling us to the tilling of sacred gardens— for the springing up of praise and righteousness before all nations.

 

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