Shining like shook foil

God’s Grandeur

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.
Source: Gerard Manley Hopkins: Poems and Prose (Penguin Classics, 1985)

About jhelenadams

Writer, minister, historian-in-training, wife, mother, teacher. I love reading, traveling, learning languages, drawing, dance, running, being outdoors, and recently discovered the joys and challenges of sewing my own clothes. Born in New England, I spent my childhood meandering the country and crossing the oceans with my peripatetic mother. I have lived in Europe for more than a decade, but have been shaped, enriched, haunted by each of the places I have called "home," and grieved them when I left.
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