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On the web of home coming
He was found
While walking lion resolved
To tear the tale of Christ
From pages of history.
By a flash of fire
He was glared down
On earth’s bare back.
Soul rose blind
Held by a voice
He’d once wished
Obliterate altogether.
Paul emerged
With a thorn and a flame within
He gathered grace and great nations
Still he tells the story
And links many
On the web of home comings
Oh the happy fault of Paul.

On that web
He linked one in special
From muddy waters
Of untamed passions
Fed on Paul’s Epistles
Washed on maternal tears
At last he rose and sang
Of the beauty he met so late
He etched his Confessions
On the clean shells of time
For those concealed
In its unborn depths
To make a move to the Master
He still tells the story
And links many
On the web of home comings
Oh happy fault of Augustine

On that web
He linked one in special
From the folly
Of a midway- multitude
At Incarnation.
Musing on confessions
He took a turn to the heights,
Prayer castled her interior
Crowned her King in its
Seven story centre.
Hidden within the cloister
On wings of prayer, pen and ‘Life’
She made a silent revolution
She still tells her story
And links many
On the web of Home comings
Oh happy folly of Teresa!

On her Life was linked
A brain spent on books
Philosophy and
Problem of empathy
Stein- when struck by truth
Cascaded the nectar of the cross
She wrote her Life
In a Jewish Family
The mystic Martyr
Still tells her story
And links many
On the web of home comings
Oh happy search of Edith Stein

She hastened her heels
to snare this poor me
to love’s unravished depths
with her ‘Life in a Jewish family’.
Though much less a stuff
I dare to dream
the rest (and the best) is yet to be
on the golden chain of conversions.