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God’s Grandeur 

THE world is charged with the grandeur of God. 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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Using “charged” invokes a feeling of light and creations, such as when God said “let there be light”. The next few lies speak of suffering generations, probably ones in which people have lost faith in God. I think that the image of the earth being soiled by men’s smudge is especially interesting because it brings on the whole idea that our world has been tainted since Eve and that darn apple! We put ourselves here, on this soiled planet. “Nature is never spent”. Is our HUMAN nature spent? The Bible says  no, “[f]or God formed man to be imperishable; the image of his own nature he made him” (Wisd. 2.23). God hasn’t given up on us yet, and as for now, the human race will continue on. The light will nonetheless continue to shine without interruption.

I wonder sometimes. I have faith in God’s existence, but like many, I wonder why we have such atrocities in our world if God exists. I still have hope for some reason though….maybe it has to do with Barack Obama!

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These images combine to assure the reader that although the world may look bleak, man may yet hope, because God, through the sacrifice of Christ and the descent of His Holy Spirit, has overcome mortality.

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Tu Fu Poetry

Bird over Cruz del Condor in Peru

Bird over Cruz del Condor in Peru

Gazing at the Sacred Peak

For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Swelling clouds sweep by. Returning birds
Ruin my eyes vanishing. One day soon,
At the summit, the other mountains will be
Small enough to hold, all in a single glance.

I notice, as seems to be the case with Chinese poetry, lots of nature imagery and metaphors. The strongest one is “At the summit, the other mountains will be/Small enough to hold, all in a single glance.” I think that this means the speaker will die “one day soon” and be in heaven and practically close enough to hold these immense rock formations in his hands. Earthy things will seem smaller after death. The mountain can represent both life and death because the sun rises and sets as a Creator each day, and “yin and yang split dusk and dawn”. In this same way, a poem can take us to a place of eternal beauty and creation. A poet creates a poem as the sun creates the day.

The above image resonated with me when reading this poem. It actually was taken in Cruz del Condor, Peru, on the top of a mountain where there is omage paid to the Mountain God Apu. The summit is so high that if one reaches out, it seems as if the mountains are within our humanly grasp. Here’s a photo of the Shrine to Apu.

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May poems always take you to the top of a mountain to meet the author, in the spirit of Vladimir Nabokov

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