Brother Gregor
After morning prayer, he runs off to his garden.
Brother Gregor spends more time with pea plants than his fellow men.
I see him taking notes now and then.
His activities indeed seem like a strange task.
Why is he doing it? Nobody is brave enough to ask.
One day, I hope all of his labor eventually pays.
Gregor may even become famous one of these days.
Our Lord certainly moves in mysterious ways.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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