St. Peter once: ‘Lord, dost Thou wash my feet?’-
\nMuch more I say: Lord, dost Thou stand and knock
\nAt my closed heart more rugged than a rock,
\nBolted and barred, for Thy soft touch unmeet,
\nNor garnished nor in any wise made sweet?
\nOwls roost within and dancing satyrs mock.
\nLord, I have heard the crowing of the cock
\nAnd have not wept: ah, Lord, thou knowest it.
\nYet still I hear Thee knocking, still I hear:
\n‘Open to Me, look on Me eye to eye,
\nThat I may wring thy heart and make it whole;
\nAnd teach thee love because I hold thee dear
\nAnd sup with thee in gladness soul with soul
\nAnd sup with thee in glory by and by.’<\/p>\n
\u2013Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)<\/p>\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
\u2014 Orlando Fern\u00e1ndez (@ofervi) February 9, 2014<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n