The Grandeur of God

In light of yesterday's post, this old poem came to my mind. One of my favorites because in this small prose is the big story of creation, fall, redemption and renewal. Despite all the toxins, pollutants and sewage in our world today, He still is remaking this world. God will not be mocked. What God accomplished on the cross is coming to fruition. It is that deep down reality that He is active within this world, making all things new. That might seem like a long-shot to the faithless, but to we lovers of God it is a present reality. He who has eyes to see, let him see.
Enjoy.


“God’s Grandeur” (1877)
Gerald 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.