Monday, July 16, 2007

A poem worth reading

Any Woman

I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall
Would fall to ruin me utterly.

I am the fire upon the hearth,
I am the light of the good sun,
I am the heat that warms the earth,
Which else were colder than a stone.

At me the children warm their hands;
I am their light of love alive.
Without me cold the hearthstone stands,
Nor could the precious children thrive.

I am the twist that holds together
The children in its sacred ring,
Their knot of love, from whose close tether
No lost child goes a-wandering.

I am the house from floor to roof,
I deck the walls, the board I spread;
I spin the curtains, warp and woof,
And shake the down to be their bed.

I am their wall against all danger,
Their door against the wind and snow,
Thou Whom a woman laid in a manger,
Take me not till the children grow!

--Katharine Tynan (1861-1931)

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous2:45 PM

    This isn't only a poem, but that last line in particular is the prayer of my heart,

    "Take me not till the children grow!"

    Being a single parent, I do worry what will become of the children should I die. I know that God would take care of them, but I also know how much my children need me!

    Beautiful. Thanks for sharing!


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