Chrysanthemums in bloom—as gaunt as ever;
peonies, leaves falling off, seem completely withered.
A locust, frozen nearly to death,
clings desperately to a cold branch.
by Patience Worth
My hand, behold it-God's implement!
The Master speaks, and it labours, following
No pattern, but groping through the darkness-
Uncertainly creating certainties!
My hand, behold it-God's implement!