Pursuit

From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:

Poets tell us

God pursues us like a hound

tracking us through

intricate life mazes

in hope of being able

to effect a turning round

enabling encounter.

And our running hastens

all the necessary dead ends

before the labyrinthine center is found

and turns us round to face

the spiralings our travels made

and watch as they become the seamless ring.

Poets also tell us

God as magnet strong

contains such powerful properties

that all our lives

a pull beyond our will

is tugging at the life line

invisibly connected to our soul

which moves in constant yearning

toward yearning’s source.

What poetic imagery

can lure our spirits

to magnetically participate

in movement one to one

so that we’re caught tight

locked in love?

How do we let ourselves be caught

and drawn to what might cease our fleeing ways

and settle us to restful days?

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