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 Whát I dó is me: for that I came.
I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
gerard manley hopkins
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Damn my finger nails look good in that picture of me and grandma.
ReplyDeletePerfect poem . . . perfect pictures. Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful pictures and beautiful poem. Love and miss you all!
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting these cute pictures! I'm sad I couldn't be there.
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ReplyDeleteLove it. That is all.
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