Sister,
you come like a spring wind to our valleys…
The violets in the shadow smell sweetly of fulfillment.
I will lead you to the loveliest spot in the forest:
Here we will confess to each other how we saw God.
Sister,
you come like a spring wind to our valleys…
The violets in the shadow smell sweetly of fulfillment.
I will lead you to the loveliest spot in the forest:
Here we will confess to each other how we saw God.