THE MINERS
By Becky Brown Ray
Not knowing they are miners,
They work through
Life, finding
Purest gold in the humblest of hearts,
Creating
Where there is little to be found.
While viewers marvel at the change
From barren rock to treasure trove
And those they touched feel the light
Of opened souls, brought out with love,
The miners, ne'er knowing
what they've done,
What light they've brought
or thanks they've won,
Simply walk along the
path of life and carry on.
Merry Christmas Dad. Thank you for the influence you have had on me in my life. You are wonderful.
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