Her Blessed Feet – by Mary Helen

 

Though words are few and distance seeming great,

And obstacles are laid along the way,

There dwells behind the walls a quiet love

Which needs no past nor future seeks to bind.

Resting not on promises or time

But on an inner strength and calm and joy;

And even if the path is rugged still,

Hid among the stones are blossoms sweet;

The golden harmonies play behind the clouds,

She's given us the key, Her Blessed Feet.