22 September 2013

Lost And Found - George MacDonald

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… 

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