Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.May his dew, the dew of his grace fall gently upon us this Advent, persistently, continuously, penetratingly.......
Dew falls almost unperceived, in the early morning light... it falls in and through the silence, and in the silence we receive it...... the dew of his grace refreshes, cleanses and makes new. The dry land receives the dew with joy, this advent may our hearts too be open to his presence.
Rorate caeli desuper.
Drop down dew from above
and let the clouds pour down the Just One.
A Poor Clare Consecrated and Cloistered Nun
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That is really beautiful!
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