Dearest Heart

The question, clothed in reason's robes
Spread chilling fingers, dread microbes,
Multiplying, breeding fear
Once entered in the tender ear.
It fed upon a storied past
And whispered things so thick fast
That Faith, though strong, was overgrown
By chilling doubts so thickly sown.
Thus, Ill with worry, sick, sad, scared
To my God I limping fared
And found the courage, Dearest heart,
The whole of it to you impart.
And you, My love, so gentle dressed
The wound that smarted in my breast,
So patient smoothed away the hurt,
Without a word unkind or curt,
Though faltered brief my faith in thee,
You never once lost faith in me.