Sunday, March 24, 2013

Holy Week: Palm Sunday

God's Grandeur

~( 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 teh 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.

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