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The Vinedresser’s Home

A little piece of land

that is Mine,

to take good care of

to keep up

to build a home on

How good it is

to clear and to make

pulling weeds, tearing down vines

planting and watching things bloom

your body and soul

the work of My hands

How happy to come in at night

dirty fingers, tired arms, joyful eyes

to wash up and be with you

in the home I made

on this little piece of land

I will never tire

of weeding and pruning

building and repairing

year after year

until Heaven

in you

My own

My garden, My home, My bride

“My beloved is to Me

a garden enclosed…”

(Song of Songs 4:5)

Sr. Josephine, CFR


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