The Hound of Heaven

This is only the beginning of a long and lovely poem written by a brilliant and

gentle soul who ended up addicted to opium and homeless. His story is not unlike what many experience today. We have so much drug addiction and homelessness in

America it makes one very sad.  Set this poem is not about sadness, it is about

the unconditional love of a Merciful God who like a hound dog chases us. He will not abandon us and seeks us out always.



If you know some of Francis story, then you know he went to college for 6 years

to be a physician and never practiced.  When he was homeless a prostitute took

him off the streets as he was very ill and dying. She helped nurse him back to

health and then he ended up in a monastery.........a place he grew to know and

love God more and more.



Please do not despair if your life has been difficult.  The Hound of Heaven waitsfor you to turn to HIM!  Do it now, share you heart with the ONE who really loves you.........He created you afterall!



If you want to read the entire poem then go to this page.....http://www.houndsofheaven.com/thepoem.htm

The Hound of Heaven

by



Francis Thompson (1859-1907)

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; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
                  Up vistaed hopes I sped;
                  And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
                  But with unhurrying chase,
                  And unperturbèd pace,
                Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
                  They beat--and a Voice beat
                  More instant than the Feet--
                "All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."