Poetry

[plainrose]

I love poetry,..always have since I was a kid.Even tried my hand at writing afew poems.....sometimes I still do.

The following is one in a collection by Tersteegen, Suso and afew others which I found online a long time ago. This one brings to mind something of what I felt from this morning's communion service.

The Chase by Heinrich Suso
Is. xli. 17

O Lord, the most fair, the most tender,
My heart is adrift and alone;
My heart is aweary and thirsty-
Athirst for a joy unknown.
From a child I have followed it-chased it,
By wilderness, wold, and hill-
I never have reached it or seen it,
yet must I follow it still.

In those olden years did I seek it
In the sweet fair things around,
But the more I sought and I thirsted,
The less, O my Lord, I found.
When nearest it seemed to my grasping,
It fled like a wandering thought;
I never have known what it is, Lord-
Too well know I what it is not.

“It is I, it is I, the Eternal,
Who chose thee Mine own to be-
Who chose thee before the ages-
Who chose thee eternally.
I stood in the way before thee,
In the ways thou wouldest have gone;
For this is the mark of My chosen,
That they shall be Mine alone.”