The world is charged ...

The world is charged ...
Published on Sun, 31 May 2020 19:49
Vicar's Blog

Dear all

Happy Pentecost! 

Don't forget, if you're joining us for worship, to wear something red - and, for the 10.30 service, please have a candle to hand. 

Here's one of my favourite poems. By Gerard Manley Hopkins. 

The world is charged with the grandeur of God 

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.

With my love,

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