Just a Minute No 5
Toward the end of his poem,
The Hound of Heaven,
Francus Thompson realises that,
his very weakness was, after all, the most
important part of the story of
GodŐs personal love for him.
It was the shade of GodŐs hand
outstretched protectively and caressingly,
holding him, conserving him and giving to
him in every moment of his existence.
In the final verse of the poem Christ assures
him that all will be well;
ÔAh, fondest, blindest, weakest –
I am He whom thou seekest.
All which I took from thee I did but take,
not for thy harms, but just that you might
seek it in my arms.
All which your childŐs mistake
fancies as lost, I have stored for you at
home. Rise, clasp my hand and come.Ő