God's Grandeur
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed--Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade, bleared, smeared with toil
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, Springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and ah! bright wings.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed--Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade, bleared, smeared with toil
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, Springs--
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and ah! bright wings.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins
1 comment:
What timing!! I was out jogging on Sunday and soaking up all the awesomeness of our Father...The gorgeous flowers, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, the peace and tranquility of a morning with Him too perfect for words...
*happy sigh*
I love and miss you so much!
Your pictures are awesome!!
Take care, and MUCH love to you.
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