Thursday, May 27, 2010

"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 with ah! bright wings.

-- Gerard Manley Hopkins --

Today is seared, bleared, smeared.  I feel like I have trod and trod an unchanging road -- monotonous and exhausting.  Where are those bright wings?

1 comment:

  1. I pray that the "dearest freshness deep down things" will refresh your spirit, and that you will sense the presence of God's Holy Spirit even in the midst of dark days.