"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."
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Doesn't the poem fit perfectly with those pictures! For spring break I am in marfa so yesterday we packed up our stuff and went to the trails to hike. It was really fun and we walked around 2 miles in like 6 hours. Ya, we were verrrry fast (note the sarcasm).
Do you like the pictures? Which one is your favorite? Do you like the poem? Do you think it goes with the pictures? Have you done hiking recently? Where was it?
hehe it's okay my family is slow too. lol. great pictures!
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thanks!
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