4  20Fourteen, A Clean Slate

Though the watch we assigned to the hearth
Did not guard its flame^* well

Though we did not keep the butter pantry latched
And free of thieves

Though we did not keep the wine cellar door tightly closed,

The Grain Mother bestowed upon us her Wealth from the Grove

And though we were not always resolute en our Convictions
And though we were not always resolute en our Songs
And though we were not always resolute en our Work,

The Harvest Maiden bestowed upon us her Waters of Grace

(And made clean the hems of our garments
Upon the threshing room floor)

*AGNI

V.S

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