A walk in the Blessed Garden
A prayer soft and ardent
A reach of my hand towards a ripe peach
A caterpillar proudly creeps
So many colours in Your eyes
in the sky
The blue sky wide
The grass cool and soft
The apples ripen and drop
at my feet
My joy complete
You are the Way
oh Lord of the Day
The Church is Your bride
The blue sky wide
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