This one, that I came across this morning amidst trying to swim away from recent realities of doors closed yet again, rejection but for good purpose--this poem speaks what my mind, heart, and spirit feels. It is propitiously marvelous in His Real Presence: a grace, for sure!
My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On
My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not lie this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather--as skies
Betweenpie mountains--lights a lovely mile.
--Gerard Manley Hopkins