16 March 2012


I think we find this fleeting hour sufficient for our labor,
    in the wisdom of your reckoning,
    you set your grace on us,
    in not one, but many,
             We shall be better for it, when we wake. The
              laborer needs rest,
              this, too, reckoned since the first.
Why would you lower yourself,
    for us? Why bear concern for us, the dust, 
    take our shoes and walk, not a mile, but
    build a road? Nay, do so and heal our legs,
              We shall be better for it, when we wake, to
               be sure.
               And you? Blessed be you for your patience,
               and glory reflected in our faces.

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