Heaven’s
call, heard not by all,
Yet universal,
shines within my soul,
A
globe of light making whole
Flawed
vessels’ dark total
The
hounds of Heaven bay apace
Insistent,
soft, not fierce,
Rein’d
by that Hand once-pierced
By Hatred’s
florid face
O gracious
call! Who can resist?
Such
loving Will that draws
My
once-confused, tangled maws
Deeply
to Thy Christ
Once
answered, peace ensues,
Yet,
“strife within the sod”,
Perfection
opts not within this mod,
High
treasure, always woo’d
The
Feast, the Lamb hath beckon’d
To
nuptials now directed,
Upon
that Perfect Day elected,
By
Him, through Him, long reckon’d
-S.E.S.
Trinitytide,
2006
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