Jan (20 May 2011)
"To Jim Goodrick,  Re: Favorite G.M.Hopkins poems :)"

Jim, Thanks so much for the poems--

I have always loved two others, by Hopkins, also-----

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


(I can often see and feel the "Ah, bright wings" of the Holy Spirit---for now, with my spiritual eyes, thru that "glass darkly", but SOON--face-to-face!  Thank You, Lord!!  )

Pied Beauty

(Thank You, Lord, for "fathering-forth" each of us!)

In His Love, Jan in AZ