Uncaught Captive

Excerpted from Closer by Fr. Bob McConaghy

We pickup our cross daily and follow Him to learn to love unconditionally. Let’s be captive in God’s love, in a way Elizabeth Cheney wrote in a poem popularised by Archbishop Fulton Sheen:

 I slipped His fingers, I escaped His feet,

 I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet.

 One day I passed Him, fettered on a Tree,

 He turned His Head, and looked, and beckoned me.

 Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail.

 Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail.

 He could not run or clasp me if He tried,

 But with His eye, He bade me reach His side.

 For pity's sake, thought I, I'll set you free.

 “Nay -- hold this cross,” He said, “and follow me.

 This yoke is easy, this burden light,

 Not hard or grievous if you wear it tight.”

So I did follow Him Who could not move,

An uncaught captive in the hands of Love.