Sunday, March 17, 2013

The work of hands

Sunlight, soil, water.  Air enough.  And tenderness, too.  
      Yet now I know 
   it is the willingness to drop on bended knee--
    to reach down with both hands
       and dig a hole, 
     to lift out handfuls of damp earth--
that allows us to begin 
the sacred work of growing.  

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