Let the flowers bloom today
and do not make the warmth so distant
as those uncertain meteorologists;
bloom the flowers so we may harvest Your will.
Give us green orchards,
bloomed by day, growing again by night;
and make us diligent like worker bees
as their swarm dilates around orchard trees.
Give us fortune like the singing bird,
heard above the aria of the wind,
the leaf that bristles off the tree,
and a flower’s blossom in the air’s stillness.
You are love and nothing else is,
for we revere the only God above
to sanctify the body of Christ,
which He invites us to partake.