A little piece of land
that is Mine,
to take good care of
to keep up
to build a home on
How good it is
to clear and to make
pulling weeds, tearing down vines
planting and watching things bloom
your body and soul
the work of My hands
How happy to come in at night
dirty fingers, tired arms, joyful eyes
to wash up and be with you
in the home I made
on this little piece of land
I will never tire
of weeding and pruning
building and repairing
year after year
until Heaven
in you
My own
My garden, My home, My bride
“My beloved is to Me
a garden enclosed…”
(Song of Songs 4:5)
Sr. Josephine, CFR