You have ploughed the hard ground in Winter. I see your diligence. That you have become stronger. But you break up the ground that was compacted by the feet of marching invaders and when it is cleared they trample it again. You have grown tired and wear clothes that don't keep you warm…. Come to me.
I will lay my mantle on your shoulders. My arm is extended to you. But let me hold you.
Let me melt your fear. The melt water that will flow as you thaw I will turn to wine… new wine. This is what you where born for.
You will pass through this ground with ease. You will rebuild the ruins with joy in your heart…. Come to me…. my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
Daniel Chuter
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