By their fruits you will know them
Lord, it was you who first planted us on this earth. You fenced us around with the love of our families and friends. Their care towered over us. Under the shelter of this tower we grew in safety and peace.
We put out early blossoms; we filled up with leaves. People had great hopes for us. You had great hopes for us.
But now the year of our life is passing. The harvest is approaching. What have we to show? What fruit have we produced?
What if, after all this care, we should be found to be without the fruits of love? What if we had nothing to offer but he sour grapes of indifference, selfishness and neglect?
May you, Lord, have mercy on us and with your patient urging help us to return your love.
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