In The Hound of Heaven, Francis Thomson described with an almost terrible power, not the self's quest of adored Reality, but Reality's quest of the unwilling self.
He shows to us the remorseless, tireless seeking and following of the soul by the Divine Life to which it will not surrender: the inexorable onward sweep of ‚this tremendous lover‘ hunting the separated Spirit, ‚strange, piteous, futile thing‘ that flees Him ‚down the nights and down the days‘.
This idea of the love chase, of the Spirit rushing in terror from the overpowering presence of God, but followed, sought, conquered in the end, is common to all the medieval mystics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Spirituality! ! ! Quest for the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.