When the tools are put in their places
and the day’s work is done,
When between Carmel and the Jordan, Israel
falls asleep in the wheatfields and the night,
As when he was once a young boy ant it began to get
too dark for reading,
Joseph enters with a deep sight into conversation with
God.
He preferred Wisdom and she had been brought to him
for marriage.
He is as silent as the earth when the dew rises,
He feels the fullness of night, and he is at ease with
joy and with truth.
Mary is in his possession and he surrounds her on all
sides.
It is not in a single day he learned how not to be
alone any more.
A woman won over each part of his heart which is now
prudent and fatherly.
Again he is in Paradise with Eve!
The face which all men need turns with love and sub-
mission toward Joseph.
It is no longer the same prayer and no longer
the ancient waiting since he has felt
Like an arm suddenly without hate the pressure of this
profound and innocent being.
It is no longer bare Faith in the night, it is love ex-
plaining and working.
Joseph is with Mary and Mary is with the Father.
And for us too, so the God at last may be allowed.
whose works surpass our reason,
So that this light may not be extinguished by our lamp
and His word by the noise we make,
So that man may cease, and Your Kingdom come and Your
Will be done,
So that we may find again the beginning with bound-
less delight,
So that the sea may quiet down and Mary begin,
She who has the better part and who consummates
the struggle of ancient Israel,
Inner Patriarch Joseph, obtain silence for us!

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