Whose Sandals I Have Untied

I've been very blessed by the actions of others this week and this is a little poem I have loved since childhood that keeps playing in my head.

Whose Sandals I Have Untied

All creatures she loves,

And despises none.

Words of healing she speaks,

And judges not.

Her heart in quietness she gives,

And takes not.

But blessed is she

Because she does.

Always she does

And always with mercy;

And all are blessed

By her doing.

Dudley Buxton