Gerard Manley Hopkins

(28 July 1844 – 8 June 1889 / Stratford, Essex)

Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray - Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Patience, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray,
But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks
Wants war, wants wounds; weary his times, his tasks;
To do without, take tosses, and obey.
Rare patience roots in these, and, these away,
Nowhere. Natural heart's ivy, Patience masks
Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks
Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day.

We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills
To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills
Of us we do bid God bend to him even so.
And where is he who more and more distils
Delicious kindness?—He is patient. Patience fills
His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.


Comments about Patience, Hard Thing! The Hard Thing But To Pray by Gerard Manley Hopkins

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/28/2016 3:51:00 PM)


    There is no substitute t patience, with patience everything is possible. Nice poem, Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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