After Reverend Gerard Manley Hopkins, Societatis Iesu
Sprung like the fowler’s snare released a dove
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–were passed–
the words of his were not Whom he adored.
If any of it meant a fig to him,
his figs would be surrendered to the Word.
Once all he’d had and all he’d called his own
were burnt to dust before the Holy Name,
the fires that served to be his guides became
the fire within that fills us to this day.
His words, like these, were only meant for fire
like Christ’s whose Heart is all our hearts desire.