My grandmother had this poem on a little plaque in her garden. It was one of the three writings my family had that I remember clearly, that gave me so much and shaped me as a human being.

The kiss of the sun for pardon. 
The song of the birds for mirth. 
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden. 
Than anywhere else on earth. 

by Dorothy Franes Blomfield Gurney


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