When winter fades and Orion flees away;
When fecund spring invades and all grieving is past; Oh vernal Sun with healing wings, awake.
Pleiades rise in thy splendor course, summoned forth by holy light and sensual warmth; Gift of life and morning dew, arise.
In human sorrow. In desperate chante. In canticles of fragile joy. In what is known or not, visit these earth bound souls of need and want.
For we shall yet live again in multum aperio. Oh Bless-ed Sun with healing wings awake... awake at last!
*Image by Pixaby
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