Peter, the Rock
The centuries passed. . . . I said, “I shall not find him:
He has been dead for twenty hundred years.
‘Peter,’ I called him by the lonely waters,
‘Peter, the Rock,’ whose sword struck off men's ears.”
… And then I saw you, steady-eyed forever,
With strong arms still, firm lips, and ready smile;
I called you to me. You flamed in broken wonder,
Finding I had been with you all the while.
He has been dead for twenty hundred years.
‘Peter,’ I called him by the lonely waters,
‘Peter, the Rock,’ whose sword struck off men's ears.”
… And then I saw you, steady-eyed forever,
With strong arms still, firm lips, and ready smile;
I called you to me. You flamed in broken wonder,
Finding I had been with you all the while.
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