After Reverend Gerard Manley Hopkins, Societatis Iesu
Sprung like a fowler’s snare released,
to say his life would be the world’s no more,
he set to flame the whole of his life’s work,
a holocaust of poems for the Lord.
The life he’d lived–the past he’d had–
these were not so much Whom he adored.
If any of it meant a thing to him
it was certainly his each and every word.
All he had and all he called his own,
he burned and walked away from for the Lord.
You’d hear that you were insufficient, too,
if you had heard the voice Gerard had heard.
His words, like these, were only meant for fires
like the Lord’s whose Heart is all the heart desires.