Until my Father resolve it
Stay it may:
It is but a shadow.

Bright star, trailing the sky,
Time revolving.
Shadows burning, shrinking;
When I
Standing in the noonday sun
Circumnavigated by Love
Shall no longer wrestle.

The shades of my mind
Are bearable, just,
With such intolerable longing.
Black Dog's grip
Subsumed by Heaven's Hound;
And I
Shall know those piercèd paws
(Blood-hound of my desire)
Has found me eternally.

And all shall be whole
All in Good time,
As my Father resolves.

(Referencing The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson)

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