| Our History I have spent a short lifetime pursuing meaning and being pursued by 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 midst of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after, But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat—and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet— “All things betray thee, who betrayest Me
I pleaded, outlaw-wise, By many a hearted casement, curtained red, Trellised with inter-twining.charities; (For though I knew His love who followed, Yet was I sore adread Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)” Stanzas 1-2a of The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson |