Praying with Fringes 05/10/2018 – we must be hard To move among the tender with an open hand

An Observation May Sarton True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root, Must let their hands grow knotted as they move With a rough sensitivity about Under the earth, between the rock and shoot, Never to bruise or wound the hidden fruit. And so I watched my mother's hands … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 05/10/2018 – we must be hard To move among the tender with an open hand