Rebecca

So I'm reading this book, "Rebecca", that I read my senior year. Pretty much all the books we read my junior and senior years I ended up hating just because of how long we took to read the books and the work the teachers gave with them, and just how we read the books in general. (Mainly listening to them on tape.)

I decided to read it again at my own pace and reading all of it because in school we had skipped some. In the first couple of chapters there is this poem, I don't know if it is talking about God or Rebecca's husband or some other man, but it definitely can be taken as a poem to God, especially because the word him is capitalized. But anyways, here's the poem. I really like it.

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
        Up vistaed slopes I sped
        And shot, precipitated
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong feet that followed, followed after.

 

So pretty much, she's just running from this guy, whether it's God or someone else, running in her mind and physically, running all over the world, running in laughter and tears, in day and night, always running from him, and he's always chasing her. Sounds a bit like people running from God and He refuses to give up, doesn't it?