Our Flowers

“Good work finds the way between pride and despair.
It graces with health.
It heals with grace.
It preserves the given so that it remains a gift.

By it, we lose loneliness:
We clasp the hands of those who go before us,
and the hands of those who come after us;

we enter the little circle of each other’s arms,
and the larger circle of lovers whose hands are joined in a dance,
and the larger circle of all creatures, passing in and out of life,