Mr. Standfast

"Nothing taken for granted; everything received with gratitude; everything passed on with grace." G. K. Chesterton

December 02, 2003

Just stopping in for a brief visit.

First snowfall of the season last night. A light dusting, but the world is white, the footing treacherous. Winter!

The blog has been very serious lately, very dry. I am going to continue with the Colossians notes, but perhaps not today. All I want to do today is invite you to read the following sonnet (also serious, but hardly dry) by the English poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Here's his picture, by the way.

[The poem is untitled.]

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim and 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 gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is--
Chríst. 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.


Later, perhaps, I'll sully the poetic moment by attempting to transcribe my thoughts about this poem, but not now. Gotta go.

Oh, and thanks, Sandy, for your kind words. Yes, I think about it all the time.


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