Patience Worth was allegedly a spirit contacted by Pearl Lenore Curran (February 15, 1883–December 4, 1937). This symbiotic relationship produced several novels, poetry and prose which Pearl Curran claimed was delivered to her through channelling the spirit, Patience Worth.
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Patience Worth Poems
To game is to live. When thee ceasest to game, then youth is gone. 'Tis the heritage of youth, left to age only as a memory. Youth leaps with joy
Who Said That Love Was Fire?
I know that love is ash. It is the thing which remains When the fire is spent, The holy essence of experience.
March 8th, 1920
Behold, with my naked hands did I part my ribs, Baring my heart in a basin of scarlet. Into this did I plunge my quill, Drawing it forth pulsing, each drop warm.
A Patience Worth Blessing
This hour, this hour, a chalice. Unto its golden cup We have poured our love, for there be not one man Who may honestly disclaim that he hath taken within His heart, God. Mayhap to refuse Him an abiding place;
Heart of mine
Heart of mine, bruised as a bird In a wicker, beating that it free! Heart of mine! Heart of mine! I would soothe thee. I would sing such lays,
Grace of gentleness
No thing engraces the day like gentleness. I may see gaudy noons and flaming mornings And gorgeous eves, but none of these Appeal like some wood-thatched bower where A lone bird mourned, or perhaps a hedge Whence some song burst, or still sunlight Scratched by blossoms.
The tenderness I love
I love tenderness. Yea, but it must be strong. It shall not speak soft words nor lisp them. It shall not creep like a young mother, Tenderly toward the cradle of her babe.
Ah, Wake me not
Ah, wake me not! For should my dreaming work a spell to soothe My troubled soul, wouldst thou deny me dreams? Ah, wake me not!
Be there aught sae wondrous As a cup of communion? as a cup of fellowship? Be there aught sae wondrous to a wench As a right to wield her tongue, and good listeners?
I have beheld thy consternation
Today beloved, I have beheld Thy Consternation. I have watched Thy child-gaze as it raised From the fragments of thy beloved toy.
My two treasures
Ah me! I ha'e two treasures. All mine, ah me! all mine, Two treasures. I ha'e turned And turned in lovin', 'bout and 'bout
We together, and the night And the winds and the wraths. We together, and I calling thee; And thy answer. Then the morning,
Ever The Pupil
Teach me. Teach me! Let me never become so old That my ears are not pits. Teach me. Teach me!
I, thy child forever play About thy knees this close of day. Within thy arms I now shall creep, And learn Thy wisdom while I sleep
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To game is to live.
When thee ceasest to game, then youth is gone.
'Tis the heritage of youth, left to age only as a memory.
Youth leaps with joy
Like a young fawn plunging expectant.
Urged with valor, itched with desire,
He flings him like a discus toward life.
'Tis a leap and a wager with life,
Until Age hath come, and he knows then