I found him in my heart

24 Apr 2022 | Our Father | 0 comments

I missed him when the sun began to bend;

I found him not when I had lost his rim;

With many tears I went in search of him,

Climbing high mountains which did still ascend,

And gave me echoes when I called my friend;

Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim,

And high cathedrals where the light was dim,

Through books and arts and works without an end,

But found him not – the friend whom I had lost.

And yet I found him – as I found the lark,

A sound in the fields I heard but could not mark:

I found him nearest when I missed him most;

I found him in my heart, a life in frost,

A light I knew not till my soul was dark.


George MacDonald (1824-1905).

Notes from the Compiler

A Scottish writer and Congregational pastor, George MacDonald supported his family by writing more than fifty books of fiction, poetry, sermons, and Christian commentaries. C.S. Lewis (1898-1963) said: 'I have never written a book in which I did not quote from him.'


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