FROM MY BALCONY

 


I recently re-read that wonderful poem 'The Hound of Heaven' by Francis Thompson - here is an extract...


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

A down titanic glooms of charmed hears

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.'



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