Quick Watercolor Sketch
God's Grandeur
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.
---Gerard Manley Hopkins
1844 - 1889
For all the wonderful grandness of creation I am thankful! To be out sketching in nature with deer slipping across your path or eagles soaring in the heavens is a pure delight. I am grateful to the great Creator God for all these experiences. May you bring a heart full of thanks to this Thanksgiving holiday!
Live bravely and beautifully!
