Thus the earth her welcome sings to the water carrier spring, who with his rain skin on his back calls to the winter, back! back! back!
Then he gently pulls the strings, comforter divine is he, sending down those warming rains on the barren thirsty plains.
This then is the holy spirit which from heaven unto man is given.
[36] This means that He is both the Container and the Contained, that before Him there can be no Priest or Warrior, for He is the Divine of all forms of Rituals and Authority.
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The vine new leaves doth now put forth and the grapes though sour at first sweeten with the sun.
So may we bring this life of ours to close, for the grapes of youth will ripen with the frosts of years.
Then shrouded in the leaves which from the tree of life have broken forth in this vineyard of our lives we are laid away to rest.
There facing the rising sun, that resplendent messenger of him who is forever nameless,