THE HERD OF HEAVEN

He held me, through the nights and through the days;

He led me, through the arches of the years;

He kept me, through the labyrinthine way

Of my own mind: and through the mists of tears

He showed Himself, or spoke through rolling thunder.

Up vistaed hopes I sped;

Or stood, undeviated,

Despite Titanic glooms of chasmed fears

Since these strong hands still carried, carried under.

For with unwearying care,

Unyielding love to bear,

Deliberate grace, majestically construed

They cared, and a Voice spoke

Till answering love awoke,

“To those who love Me, all things work for good”.


(This a parody of a section of The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thomson.)