You have crowned the year with your kindness.
Your footsteps will drip with fruitfulness.
The desert pastures will be soaked,
the hills will be wrapped in rejoicing.
The fields will be clothed with flocks,
the vales overflow with corn.
They will cry out, and sing your praise.
All day the breeze
brushing past us
filling the whorls of our skin,
rippling the pools of our eyes
beholding the weave of wind
unraveling like the apple blossoms
from skeins of branches
into the bolt of sky, all day
the chance to love
on the currents
of our Lord and his Mother