by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

His eyes are mighty in their meekness,
His hands are gentle in their strength,
His smile is fretful as a swallow's wing,
Which frets a silver sky.
His feet are bruised by the stones.
They follow confidently the secret places.
His soul is the footcloth
Spread twixt heaven and earth
For man's entrance into the Kingdom!

Last updated January 14, 2019