Bright Wings


Today I heard a great 90-minute talk on creation. A wonderful professor from Luther Seminary came and spoke to the conference pastors at our monthly meeting today.

The speaker highlighted the book of Job. I now feel inspired to dive into Job again. In the past, I have thought of it as one of my least favorite biblical books, but after today, I feel like giving it another chance.

The speaker also read the following poem. It's lovely. Read it a few times - especially the last few lines.

"God’s Grandeur"
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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.


  1. Beautiful poem. And I love Job. I totally support you diving in again...head first.

  2. Rachel! I'm encouraged that you like Job. After I dive back in - I will need to process with you! :) It's an intense book!