The Hound of Heaven

The Hound of Heaven 2016-03-25T15:21:51-05:00

The title for my blog is inspired by the late 19th century English Catholic poet Francis Thompson. His greatest work, “The Hound of Heaven,” expresses his search for happiness in the world, which he cannot find. Through the toil and pain of his search, God is there offering his unconditional love for him, chasing him like a hound. A heavenly hound. A hound of heaven.

Thompson begins his quest by running away from God:

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;

His fleeing however ends with God speaking to him, affirming his patient and enduring love for him. A love so intense that does not make sense. A love where an eternal and all-powerful God loves a mortal and fallen man:

Alack, thou knowest not

How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child’s mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come.

Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,

I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.

I have chosen to accept God’s invitation to rise, clasp his hand and come. I continue to search for Him through the labyrinthine ways of my mind. It’s a labyrinthine mind full of thoughts, ideas, desires and opinions illuminated by the love of Christ. Perhaps this will serve as a means to express them as we all journey together to our final destination.


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