For Christ plays in ten thousand places,/ Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his/ To the Father through the features of menโs faces.
Gerard Manley HopkinsAny day, any minute we bless God for our being or for anything, for food, for sunlight, we do and are what we were meant for, madefor--things that give and mean to give God glory.
Gerard Manley HopkinsSpring and Fall: To a Young Child Mรกrgarรฉt, are you grรญeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leรกves, lรญke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! รกs the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wรญll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sรณrrow's sprรญngs รกre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It รญs the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard Manley HopkinsAll things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins