As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; |
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells |
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s |
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; |
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: |
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; |
Selves—goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, |
Crying What I do is me: for that I came. |
I say more: the just man justices; |
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces; |
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is— |
Christ—for Christ plays in ten thousand places, |
To the Father through the features of men’s faces. ~ Gerard Manly Hopkins |
Friday, August 12, 2011
Quotable - lovely in eyes not his
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