Bà Sheri
The Gardener
There's someone I know like an angel
Early in the dawn in our garden.
She used to work in a comfortable place,
That had a roof for good shade.
She worked indoors with pleasant air,
Sat on a comfortable chair
As an accountant.
After God called her husband,
In his middle age to eternal peace,
She became a gardener,
Listens to earthen breath,
Plows the soil and plants the seeds.
Then new life sprouts and hope proceeds.
She plants beets, zucchini, okra,
Tomatoes, sweet potatoes, green-beans,
Cucumbers, asparagus, and carrots.
And she doesn't forget the dessert,
Juicy cantaloupes, watermelons and strawberries.
She has a green thumb to cultivate,
Despite many enemies the pests and the weeds.
A happy day-her basket full of goodies,
Fresh vegetables healthy and tasty,
Enjoyable meals for the community much appreciated.
She also tends the flowers beds that
Graciously burgeon in the morning sunrise,
Shading colors white, yellow, orange, and red
In front of our Lady of Grace,
and for Jesus' Sacred Heart.
God gazes with a beautiful smile
So delighted and appreciated.
As a gardener she responds to God’s love
Close to nature where He exists.
HBTT
Close to nature where He exists.
HBTT
Viết xong HBTT gởi cho bà, bà ta rất mừng và nói I feel very very bless. Và ngày hôm sau bà ta âm thầm hái một nhánh hoa hồng để trên bàn trong nhà bếp đang khi HBTT đang nấu ăn. HBTT hỏi thử bà "Is this flowers for sister Mary?"
she says, no it for you!"
