Yours was the baited hook that drew me close
When I was wandering in an alien land,
A stranger to myself–and yet you chose
To cast the line, to catch my trembling hand;
And through the twisting corridors of doubt
You showed me that I always knew the way,
That all was waiting while I stood without,
The feast, the dance, the Spring, the Light, the Day.
And now the wound that pierced when first I clung
Flows with your tears and with a healing balm,
And in those tears the sweetest songs are sung
And out of darkened gales the sea stands calm.
The balm is here; the Body and the Blood;
Feed me this Word–I want no other food.