Devotion

 

It comes through eyes, 

That gently smiling light,

Creates the laugh lines, 

And the frowning furrows, 


A tenderness in attention,

Sureness of touch in the hands,

The fingers feeling their way with care,

Body and mind held in suspension.


The constancy of these things is devotion. 

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