I was once a scrub girl And I scrubbed all the copper Till it shone in my fingers Like the sun And I scraped all the rust and dust From the kettles and the pans And God's own hands Wiped the sweat from my brow When I was done I was once a lover And I lay in hunger's arms And I touched the hem of sorrow's dress And I knew the shape of thirsty flowers Bending for the rain Before I learned the pain Of so much tenderness I was once a gardener And I planted rows of flowers Till the earth turned to longing in my hand And I touched dying roses Brushed the fallen leaves Tied the barkless stems Of the newest trees Endlessly www.mooji.org
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