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

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2 thoughts on “God’s Grandeur

  1. Beautiful.Did you know that the ancient Irish called the Holy Ghost the Wild Goose?Modern English has morphed the original meaning of "Wild Goose Chase" into something else, but think of the symbolism…

  2. Uncle Dale! I had no idea. I just spent the last twenty minutes reading about the Holy Ghost as the Wild Goose and here is my favorite line:"Those upon whom the Spirit rests are forced by that Spirit to become like wild geese – noisy, passionate and courageous advocates of the gospel’s demands."A life of discipleship was never meant to be a smooth ride, I guess!

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