[JustAmy]

Not Bread Alone

If bread were only heat-baked dough
I think I would not like it so,

But it is earth and rain and sun
And furrows where the pheasants run.

Golden light of dawn is spread
On each slice of wheaten bread.

When I wield the sharpened knife
I have cut a slice of life.

by Don Blanding

[JustAmy]

Spring in the garden

I walked with God in a garden...
It was near the close of day.
We walked among the flowers,
Along a narrow way.

I walked with God in a garden...
The air was fresh and cool.
I felt his step beside mine,
Down by a lily pool.

I walked with God in a garden...
The seson was early spring.
I saw the young leaves glisten,
I heard a robin sing.

I walked with God in a garden...
Though my body was not quite whole,
I shall never forget the feeling
Of peace within my soul.

Bess A. Fountain