In the Garden
In the morning
sometimes
there is a mist
that softly,
gently
touches everything
in the garden
and for a moment,
you can feel everything tracing
its connections one to another,
earth, spirit, human
and you know
in the stillness,
all is one….
and even after
the mist is gone
the memory
lingers in the soul
-Sister Linda Gregg, csj
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