She digs into the soft earth
With hands guided
by faith
That all things deserve
Compassion beyond
Our feeble words
So when spring
Follows winter
And the days
Turn blue
We see her rewards
As all God's flowers
Begin to Dance
to the rhythm
of her heart
Bonding all of us
To her wisdom
And the passion
Of her work.
E. S. Donald
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