I heard a wonderful poem recited by Bishop Sheen on a television program originally aired in the early to mid 1970's, I am sure. Bishop Sheen never stated the name of the poem nor did he state who wrote the words. But doing a search the poem seems to be attributed to an English poet named Elizabeth Cheney, born 1859. I am unsure of the title of the poem. I call it "The Uncaught Captive" because these are the two words which caught my attention the most when I heard Bishop Sheen recite this lovely poem.
"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 did I follow Him Who could not move,
An uncaught captive in the hands of Love."
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