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A beautifull poem. |
| (Tuesday, 24 October 2006) Written by jacquie |
| Read this poem, by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889), and thought of you. As Kingfishers Catch Fire As king fishers catch fire, dragon flies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying What I do is me: for that I came. I say more: the just man justices; Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is -- Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces. A beautifull poem. Gerard Manley Hopkins struggled with Christianity all his life. He converted from the Anglican church to the Catholic church, and later to the Jesuit church continually seeking communion with God through 'The Church' and its traditions and religious practices. He suffered from serious bouts of depression as a result! Yet when you read his poetry he seems to know of the nature of Christ and the Father. From his heart comes the understanding, the foundation, of Christ in him.
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