Wednesday, March 14, 2012

God's Grandeur and a poem for your day

I am late today on the blog, and, yes, I know the flowers in the photo below are daffodils (edit made). Our friend Karen in Tennessee sent this wonderful poem a short while ago, and so I pass it along to you...

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God's Grandeur
By 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 with ah! bright wings.

Photo of gnarly pine at Yosemite, by Bill Stevenson

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