The Servant











She's eighty-six  and  brings to shine

She shoes of the big family,

Her  gait  is slow, bent is her spine

She knows of grim adversity.



She served her master's brood with love,

Nursed all the children well,

Although the times were rough and tough,

And gremlins cast their spell.



She peels potatoes for the meal,

Her face a-shining bright,

And for the stew prepares the eel,

For guests wll soon alight.



Her gaze does wander frequently

Beyond the heating bricks,

Up to the Lord on Calvary

On the wood-carved crucifix.



Lo! while  she nursed her masters brood,

Extravagant and wild,

She  healed the wounds of many a feud,

And cared for every child.



But now she will the stove attend

To take out ash and soot,

Her face content and radiant, -

A gladness absolute.

  

A servant by vocation, she

Has slightly bent her spine,

She hangs the clothes carefully

Upon the laundry line.



Her eyes are big and luminous,

Deep joy is in her gaze

Her features show an agelessness,

Her bearing has much grace.



The seed well planted in the earth,

Be it of wheat or  rye,

To bring forth fruit and have new birth

The seed corn has to die.



Behold the servant has endured,

Fruit gleams like grapes on vine

The fruit is ripe, the wheat matured,-

Facsimile divine.



© Elizabeth Dandy





        





        











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Bryan Adam Tomimbang's picture

Wonderful portrayal! Especially the picture!

Ruth Lovejoy's picture

very very beautiful!!!!!