"The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
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It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
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It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
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Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
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Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
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And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
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And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
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Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
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And for all this, nature is never spent;
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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
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-Gerard Manley Hopkins-
2 comments:
What wonderful photographs of our world. God's creation work is truly beautiful and His work is echoed in your own work. While your photography illustrates Hopkins' words, his words, are a commentary on the dappled things of God's grandeur that you've displayed. N
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