This morning I walked through a difficult thing that--for all the goodness resulting--left me feeling spent. I accepted as grace that my GPS routed me home through back roads, past rolling fields of golden stubble broken up by windbreaks.
Somehow there was comfort in these views. Having nowhere to pull over, I drank in as much as I could, and later at home sat myself down to make an attempt at entering into that beauty.
Perhaps it was a unconscious memory of this poem, or something else that spoke of God's presence to my soul: "... I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, éyes, héart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?
And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic - as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! -These things, these things were here and but the beholder
which two when they once meet,The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet."
GM Hopkins, Hurrahing in Harvest
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