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

 
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(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!!  )
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Pied Beauty

GLORY be to God for dappled things,

For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow,

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches' wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced, fold, fallow and plough,

And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange,

Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim.

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;

Praise him.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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

In His Love, Jan in AZ