[ SECRET POST #3468 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3468 ⌋

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Re: Write out a poem you have memorized

[(Anonymous)]

*shrug*

The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part
But the Sons of Martha take after their mother, of the careful soul and the troubled heart;
And because she lost her temper once, and was rude to the Lord her guest,
Her Sons must wait on Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.

It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock,
It is their care that the gear engages, it is their care that the switches lock.
It is their care that the wheels run truly, it is their care to embark and entrain,
Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.

They say to the mountains, Be ye moved, they say to the lesser floods, Be dry!
Under their rods are the rocks reproved, they are not afraid of that which is high.
Then the hilltops do shake to the summit, then the bed of the deep is laid bare,
That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.

They finger Death at their gloves end, as they piece and repiece the living wires;
He rears against the gates they tend, as they feed him hungry behind their fires.
And early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him 'til even fall.

They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose,
They do not teach that His pity allows them to drop their job when they damn well choose.
As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand
Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's ways may be long in the land.

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... under the earthlines their altars are,
The secret waters to follow up, water withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
And gather the floods as in a cup, to pour at the city's drouth.

Raise ye the stone or cleave ye the wood to make a path more fair or flat,
Lo, it is black already with the blood a Son of Martha shed for that.
Not as a ladder from earth to heaven, nor a witness to any creed,
But simple service simply given, to his kind in their common need.

The Sons of Mary smile and are blessed, they know the angels are on their side,
They know in them is the grace confessed, for them the mercies are multiplied.
They sit at the feet, they hear the word, they see how truly the promise runs.
They lay their burdens upon the Lord, and he - lays it on Martha's Sons!

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I always blank on the earthlines verse. :-( And I think I futzed the last stanza a bit, but it's metrical, at least.