One comes to love the little saints, <br />As years go by. <br />One learns to love the little saints. <br />'O hear me sigh, <br />St. Anthony, <br />Find this for me, <br />I wish you'd try.' <br />There must be many garden gods, <br />A gardener sees. <br />There'd have to be an orchard god. 'Divinities, <br />Take honour due. <br />The long year through <br />Protect these trees.' <br />The Mother and the Holy Child <br />Are friends to me. <br />I pray, 'I am my mother's child. <br />I trust you'll see <br />That days are bright <br />And all goes right <br />With her and me.'<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polytheist/
