Finding Beauty
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I will periodically offer a podcast where I read poetry that is connected with my theme of finding beauty. Some of it will be mine. I will also include music from a variety of sources, including some of mine. There will be essays on beauty found in nature, and I hope, some conversations with others also seeking beauty.
The poem for today is God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins. I show it here so you can read along if you want.
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.
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