Hands Upon The Earth - Poem by cora fazio
God with your loving hands you touched this
hard clay packed earth.
And beauty sprang forth without applaud.
Please bless me with the gentle touch
of your hand.
As I touch this earth with love and peace.
And look forward to the sprouts of spring.
In my garden, my quiet peace filled garden,
I feel your touch upon my heart.
As my flowers spring forth, I feel the
happiness my mother and grandmother felt
when they gardened.
And I feel them near me once more.
With my back aching I smile.
So much better to have an aching back then
an aching heart.
Thank you God for my garden.
And the love of a generation now with you.
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