|Rosemary by the Wigtown monument|
The waters were to the ankles:
Well had these feet followed
The Master’s footsteps.
The waters were to the knees;
How had she bowed to Christ
As the church’s only Head!
The waters were to the loins;
Where man’s ties bound her to the stake:
Where her love bound her to Christ.
A river that could not be passed through:
For if men made the waters vanquish her
She more than conquered, buoyed in love’s ocean.
|The stone in the churchyard|