The Hounds!

The Hounds! The Hounds!
They are so close.
Can’t be caught.
I must stay free.
Still the Hounds,
wail ever so close to me.

Each step a struggle.
Knees bruised and bleeding.
To run and resist
An apparent fait accompli.
I Hear the Hounds
howl right next to me.

All I have is gone,
I spent it all.
I’ve no strength to fight.
No resource to spend.
Predictably the Hounds
do heal me at the end.

To the ground I go
I turn to my pursuer
But the Hounds are healed
At their Master’s feet.
Surprisingly He reaches out
His hand to greet.

It’s not till then
did I recognize His Spirit
My tears turn joyous
as I embrace the Son
All He said was,
“My Child, Why did you run?”

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