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.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\nPortrait of a bearded man as an Apostle (Saint Peter) Pier Francesco Mola. @zigut<\/a> @sofia_pinzi<\/a> @45lefia<\/a> @silvia_nader<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/Hi41L2vdNX<\/a><\/p>\n
— 🎨 Bel Art – Orlando Fern\u00e1ndez — 🎨🎼 (@ofervi) February 9, 2014<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n