Here is a hymn of praise, a beautiful and intimate piece meant to be sung.
Hail, O greenest branch,
sprung forth on the breeze of prayers.
. . . . a beautiful flower sprang from you
which gave all parched perfumes their aroma.
And they have flourished anew in full abundance.
The heavens bestowed dew upon the meadows,
and the entire earth rejoiced,
because her flesh brought forth grain,
and because the birds of heaven built their nests in her.
Behold, a rich harvest for the people
and great rejoicing at the banquet.
O sweet Maiden, no joy is lacking in you . . . .
Now again be praised in the highest.
When I posted this sacred text on my blog back in 2008, I asked my friends who come from a diverse range of spiritual backgrounds to guess the author and the divine figure to whom the text is addressed. Some…
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