There are gentle souls,
those who tread lightly
when breaking new ground,
careful not to disturb
all that is living.
Those with caring hands,
that reach into soil,
nourish the land,
harvest that growth;
they give out, give back.
You see them, bodies
bent as they work,
the very act like prayer
as they tend God’s
good world, and the beauty
of that hard work becomes
a fragrance, an offering
for all of us. This morning,
when I see new blooms
blossoming in the beauty
of a tiny garden that offers
me such peace, I will thank
God for such willing-hearted
stewards, devoted tillers
of this green earth.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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