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 now have trod, have
trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade;
bleared, smeared with toil;
And wear's 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.
~Father Gerard Manly Hopkins