QUIETNESS … September

From one of the inherited books my mother left me…I share this poem; and though it is short, the meaning is profound. -anita

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To sit at His dear feet and learn of Him

As Mary did;

To look with rapture on His blessed face,

To feast and feast again upon His grace,

Is my desire.

And yet, like Martha, I have work to do

All through the day;

But in these tasks my heart has been at rest

For He, Companion in my toils, has blest

All along the way.

By:  Olga J. Weiss

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