Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Mary At Home Comments
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The sunrise finds you mending broken toys
for Jesus. Softly rouse him. You sing hymns,
boil curds - then off he stomps with other boys.
The hills hint modestly of cedar limbs.
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7/24/2025 6:26:52 PM # 1.0.0
What an eloquent and beautiful sonnet. Glad to have found this amongst the days surprises.