ST. PETER once: 'Lord, dost Thou wash my feet?' -- Much more I say: Lord, dost Thou stand and knock At my closed heart more rugged than a rock, Bolted and barred, for Thy soft touch unmeet, Nor garnished nor in any wise made sweet? Owls roost within and dancing satyrs mock. Lord, I have heard the crowing of the cock And have not wept: ah, Lord, Thou knowest it. Yet still I hear Thee knocking, still I hear: 'Open to Me, look on Me eye to eye, That I may wring thy heart and make it whole; And teach thee love because I hold thee dear, And sup with thee in gladness soul with soul, And sup with thee in glory by and by.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FROST-WORK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |