Tranquility abiding in the midst of the bustling and honking; striving
The sun filters past the branches, a shifting mosaic of shadows
By season she taught and loved the precious children, ones broken and set aside, disfigured, hurting She blew a refreshing breeze over them,
And they grew in her care
Now she grows herbs, flowers,
Cultivated beauty, stacked pots meandering
Shaded by Lemon Verbana
She makes tea from fresh crushed leaves
For old friends
She grows peace in Jeruschalajim
May she know Peace in Jeruschalajim
