A Gardener at My University
He cuts the grass, he weeds the flowerbeds.
He sings--
a language I know, but do not understand.
'Don't stop,' I implore silently--
more to God than to him.
He sings--
a language I know, but do not understand.
'Don't stop,' I implore silently--
more to God than to him.
posted by Paige | 6:14 PM
2 Comments:
Oh, I love him.
I regard him as such an angelic apparation that it never even occured to me that someone else might know of him.
i'm into this poem.
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