Tag: nature
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I am in God
And God is in me
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And the flowers
And the creatures
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And the trees
Belong to God
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And also
To me
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And heaven
And eternity.
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Inspired by St. Mariam of Jesus Crucified, The Lily of Palestine, O.C.D. (1847-1848), accessed via https://mycarmel.blog/carmel-quotes/
“I am in God, and God is in me. I feel that all creatures, the trees, the flowers belong to God and also to me. I no longer have a will, it belongs to God. And all that is God´s is mine.”
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To stand
Upon Stiperstones
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Is to feel the links
Of the centuries
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To tread
The high Portway
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Is to go the way
Of a thousand years
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Of a life
That is always
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Creating
And relating
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To those
Who have gone before
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And to those
Who are still to be.
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*Stiperstones is the name of a hill in Shropshire with dramatic rocky outcrops; The Portway runs along The Long Mynd, also in the Shropshire Hills
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Wild
Amongst the hills of Stretton
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Rolling
With buzzards and kites
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Wild
The fields that patch the plain
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With lambs that skip
And golden grain
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Wild
The rocks
Of Stiperstones
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Older than time
And dead mens’ bones
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Wild
The brooks
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Where dippers play
Kingfishers dart
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Wild the call
Of nature’s art
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Wild the call
To our Shropshire hearts.
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All things
Have their story
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Charged with love
Charged with God
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If we but knew
How to receive
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Their sparks
Of glory.
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Inspired by “God’s Grandeur” by Gerard Manley Hopkins, which you can read here.
Another wonderful poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, born July 28th 1844.
One of the greatest of poems about trees being cut down begins like this:
“All felled, felled, are all felled;
Of a fresh and following folded rank
Not spared, not one
That dandled a sandalled
Shadow that swam or sank
On meadow & river & wind-wandering weed-winding bank.”
Gerard Manley Hopkins wrote these words about a line of tree in Binsey, near Oxford.
He protests at the destruction of nature:
“O if we but knew what we do
When we delve or hew —
Hack and rack the growing green! …
… even where we mean
To mend her we end her,
When we hew or delve:
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.”
You might enjoy reading the full poem here.
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Those trees
Patterns in the water
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As if shape
Was inherently
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Present
In nature’s plan
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And God
Intended man
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To wonder
At the symmetry.
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The wild birds
Inhabit these hills
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And I, a walker,
Glancing down the valley
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Dazzled by gleaming lights
Flung across the fields like necklaces
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I feel connected
With the wind
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The grass under my feet
God’s sky above my head.
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You are my firebird
flame-red, flame-yellow
over the ash-black
of your wings
the white-hot
flickering of your flight.
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You are my phoenix
my miracle-worker
unaware of the magic
you make in me
your worshipper
as you flit across the field.
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The sparrow
Weaves a nest
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The spider
Spins a web
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Look at the flowers
And the trees!
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Creation
Is alive!
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Rejoice
That you reflect
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The glory
Of the King of Creativity!
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