May our sons be like plants well nurtured from their youth, and our daughters like sculptured corners of a palace.
May our barns be filled to overflowing with all manner of crops; may the flocks in our pastures increase by the thousands and tens of thousands; may our cattle be fat and sleek.
May there be no breaching of the walls, no going into exile, no wailing in the public square.
Happy are the people of whom this is so! happy are the people whose God is the Lord!
(From The Divine Hours: Prayers for Autumn and Wintertime, p. 53)
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