Saturday, 7 June 2014


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.)

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!