Monday, February 8, 2010

Lost and Found

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 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


  1. Thank you for sharing such lovely thoughts each day. You always start my day with a gift in my heart!

  2. You are very welcome, dear Anne. It's always a joy to hear from you. May God bless you and Our Lady protect you.

  3. "a light I knew not till my soul was dark"


  4. George MacDonald wrote some beautiful lines. I'm glad that you liked this, Oddyoddyo13. Thank you so much for writing.