our joy is Our joy.

     When the enchanted flower of tenderness unfolds on earth, a new star is born in the Infinite.
      Numberless are the stars.
      The Milky Way of happiness bridges all the worlds.

      Lord, the bird of happiness would sing at my window.
      I shall not understand its words but I will dare.
      In the morning hour one word will come to me,
      And my heart will sing:
      Forgiven, forgiven, forgiven.
      Is it possible that for one word, for one act of tenderness,
      I could be freed of guilt by Thee?
      By Thee, Who has spun the web of eternal Universe and Glory?

      My son, tenderness is part of Truth.
      And Truth is in Beauty and Love.
      Comprehend this, My son, in the midnight hour.
      I shall knock upon thy door at dawn.

      Each new day, your flower grows.
      And simply do you pronounce the words of the building of the Temple.
      I see a smile; I hear even laughter.
      Blessed are you if, laying the stones, you can cement them with laughter.
      Joy to the worlds! I said it.