IN REMEMBERANCE
OF
MARY JANE WEAVER
June 23, 1941 - July 9, 2003
GARDENING
When things get tough or times get hard
I find myself out in my yard;
down on my knees with hands to work,
and plant such things with beauty there.
With joy I move such things about,
while mind does race back through the times;
My ears do pick up songs of peace,
as birds do hurry through the air.
I sense such wonders of this world,
which God did surely make;
And feel the sureness of the soil,
as through my fingers it did rake.
A sense of being I do feel,
as seeds I finely sew.
and finally accomplishment,
as then I watch them grow.
Now many say this times a waste,
they cannot understand,
until they get down on their knees,
with dirt upon their hands.
Then in this world so insecure,
with noise and problems everywhere,
you find a place of peace you see;
no problems now or worries there.
September 1991
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