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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Lifting us up

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”
              Gerard Manley Hopkins, God's Grandeur and Other Poems
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The world bent
by forces emerging from the dark place
is bent

and we
in the twisted wreckage struggle

wondering if the promise is true
of a new world coming

do we believe?
dare we believe?

Ah

for sunrise sunset
warm wind cold wind
come

and we remember
the sacred broods over all creation

unbending the bent
transforming
reconciling

lifting us up
with bright wings


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