God’s Grandeur<\/p>\n
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
\nIt will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
\nIt gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
\nCrushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
\nGenerations have trod, have trod, have trod;
\nAnd all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
\nAnd wears man’s smudge |&| shares man’s smell: the soil
\nIs bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.<\/p>\n
And for all this, nature is never spent;
\nThere lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
\nAnd though the last lights off the black West went
\nOh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
\nBecause the Holy Ghost over the bent
\nWorld broods with warm breast |&| with ah! bright wings.<\/p>\n
–Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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?…<\/span><\/p>\n