"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] 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'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

18 April 2006

Waking to Beauty

Our neighbor's horses walked this morning in shreds of mist escaped from the pasture hollow where fog swayed softly in the breeze.

Yesterday I glanced from the car window to see the unexpected wake of a duck swimming without care in the still river lake we cross below the campus grounds.

Beauty always surprises me, wakes me to the Beauty I take so for granted every day.

For eyes to see, Lord. For eyes to see.
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Fieldfleur said...

Pretty post.
I don't know where I'd be without Beauty (natural especially) in the world. Thank God for his glazing.

T

18 April, 2006 14:27

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