THE SEEKER AND BEAUTY UNTOLD

It is the soul of the faith

An ambassador’s honour

A soldier’s cause and a martyr’s tale

The best of news for society’s rum

And the eureka of her cream

A rooftop’s tale, told by the stairs

Freely received, often sold for money

The bleeding heart of a giver

The fugitive is loved

Pardon has been given

A life lived, judgement deserved

Death by crucifixion, two for company!

A groaning saviour? Or a mock king?

A forlorn wish and a surprise reply

Paradise today, not tomorrow!

Bleeding hearts or a battered mind

An infirm body or an abused one

A prodigal son and a waiting daddy

Breaking news; the seeker is sought!

Paradise today, not tomorrow!

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THE HOUND OF HEAVEN

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
  I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
  Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
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Halts by me that footfall;
  Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstreched caressingly?
  "Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
  I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me."

Francis Thompson (1859-1907)