That is what came at the end.
After she washed the eggs and threaded that needle for her mama doing up mending.
After the raucous and rowdy finally stilled and the pansies drowsed heavy out under that Big Dipper swinging high.
That is what came to her sitting there on the far edge of grace.
That when she needed His hand, she only had to reach out with a hymn.
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