You are still worn and tired, and the desert's dust still seems to cloud your eyes and keep you sightless.
Yet He Whom you welcomed has come to you, and would welcome you. He has waited long to give you this.
Receive it now of Him, for He would have you know Him.
Only a little wall of dust still stands between you and your brother.
Blow on it lightly and with happy laughter, and it will fall away. And walk into the garden love has prepared for both of you.
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