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Rest, my dears by St. Catherine of Siena

The sun hears the fields talking about effort

and the sun smiles,

and whispers to me, "Why don't the fields just rest, for

I am willing to do

everything

to help them grow?"

Rest, my dears, in prayer.


- St. Catherine of Siena

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