Harvest

Praying through the night to find the way, at last, at dawn, I heard divine Love say:

Bring them in.Let them all come into the heaven in your heart—the ones called weak orcruel or bad or wrong,the ones who may have sowedsome sorrowin your days—especially them, the onesyou think you can't let in.

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