Thursday, December 14, 2006

God's Grandeur

Before I forget, this is our sky between downpours.
Friday December 9th.
Around about noon.

...and at 7 a.m. on Tuesday.

Cue Gerard Manley Hopkins, in full flood (1918 and all that):

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.


trailingspouse said...

Great photos! I can't get over the fact that we have been having WEATHER this month. It is just so un-Dubai to wake up in the morning and wonder what the weather will be like today.

koonj said...

I love that poem.