COME HOLY GHOST!
Poem for Today - June 8, 2014
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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