God’s Grandeur

Weekly Photo Challenge: Grand

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

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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.

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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 
1844-1889

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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 🙂

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Image ©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013