july 28th is the birthday of the victorian poet, gerard manley hopkins. now i'll bet you didn't know that! but you learn something new everyday. and here is a poem by hopkins about the glory of God in nature and our ineffectiveness sometimes at beholding or appreciating it.
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 & 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 & with ah! bright wings.