And the one who received the seed in rich soil.
Will yield an abundant harvest.
St Charbel yielded his life to toil.
For decades he prayed without rest.

But his was a life of solitude.
Refusing any touch of money.
No ambition did thus intrude.
Loneliness the sweetest honey .

He imitated the desert father.
We do the opposite.
Ours is a life of the world so we may prosper.
But cannot we ponder a grain of desert sand to him imitate.

And thus we carry on.
Barely thinking of a lonely life begone.