Tag: nature

The Flowers and the Creatures Belong To Me

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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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The Way of a Thousand Years

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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

Wild The Call

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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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Shropshire
Inspiring Poems: Binsey Poplars

Inspiring Poems: Binsey Poplars

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!
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… even where we mean 
                 To mend her we end her, 
            When we hew or delve: 
After-comers cannot guess the beauty been
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You might enjoy reading the full poem here.