Photo taken by me at sunset today. . .
❤
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.
~ A poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.
My Carmel 
What a beautiful photograph, Patty! Pentecost love & hugs! 💞🕊🤗🕊💞
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Thank you Virginia! I love going to the lake and take photographs…nature is God’s gift to us! Happy Pentecost!!! 🕊🙏🤗💙
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Beautiful, thank you. It makes me think about how God is greater than all the sins of the world. ❤️
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Amen! 🙏 ❤ Thank you so much for your comment! 🌹
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