This painting reminds me of two lines from a favorite poem by Hopkins:

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

But without the full context of the poem, a meaning is lost, so here it is.

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.

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

 

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Joyce Pfitzinger
    August 6, 2020

    Love this Verses recently read on a book He speaks All My fresh springs are in You. Love

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  2. Joyce Pfitzinger
    August 7, 2020

    Thanks Love the picture and the Hopkins reference. Recently read it in a Goudge book with similar understanding. This is a favorite!

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