Sickness
comes to grandbabies, grandbabies are born, grandbabies learn to read,
grandbabies begin to bloom into young adults, grandbabies are yet to be born—generations
come and come, the tent stakes are moved out, the family circle widens, new
hands are added, arms stretched, hearts enlarged, new names, new faces, new
humans. A grandfather spends much time
in prayer, in contemplation, meditation, in sowing into God all that he cannot
tend, which is all, deep rows of rich soul, broken up, harrowed over, long
radiating circles of family plantings, walked beside, prayed for, hoped and
dreamed for, my family, all sleeps soundly on the bed of prayers and hopes I keep
tenant farming.
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| New Seedling Scout Nell |
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