The dance of spring begins
The Mallard rises majestic
Reflected in the still cool waters
That gurgle though this place.
Here prayer is said, work is done
Life abounds in the tranquil stillness.
Here the alleluias rise each day
In the presence of the living one
Whose hand is seen writ large
On all creations beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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