God’s Grandeur

Weekly Photo Challenge: Grand


Grand is the splendour of things ... Sunset over West Sussex, England


God’s Grandeur

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.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 


One of my favourite poems by one of my favourite British poets.

This beautiful reflection on nature and renewal was brought to mind as I considered the word “grand.”

Thank you for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


Image ©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013