God’sGrandeur
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 #freshnessdeep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, #morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the #HolyGhost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright #wings.
– Gerard Manley Hopkins