To the Browns Twenty-five Mesa
He presented to us
a bag of brown beans.
The work of growing food
begins with irrigating the fields,
he said,
then planting seeds…
more irrigation
and finally harvesting.
It is holy work,
like teachers and the holy men do,
the growing of food.
It Is something sacred:
work and joy together.
Note: Linda Brown blogs at https://coloradofarmlife.com. Tom and I visited her and Terry, her husband, during our trip to Colorado.
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Holy work is what counts. — kenne
You are so sweet! We enjoyed having both of you so very, very much!
Here’s to holy work.
“A gardener is never tired
Birds sing even in leafless trees”
– https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2012/07/06/the-road-untravelled/
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I posted this to my blog post today! Once more THANK YOU!
Loved this poem.. Holy work means so many things, and each of us has our own holy work – and whatever it is, it seems to be what we do with our whole heart and soul.. which is what dear Linda does ….
Love it!