Acceptance. [Willard Wattles]

I cannot think nor reason,

I only know he came

With hands and feet of healing

And wild heart all aflame.

With eyes that dimmed and softened

At all the things he saw,

And in his pillared singing

I read the marching Law.

I only know he loves me,

Enfolds and understands --

And oh, his heart that holds me,

And oh, his certain hands!

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