31-is Days of Prayer: A Prayer-Poem for Harvest

 Hurrahing in Harvest

SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, éyes, heárt, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?

And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic—as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet!
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.

                                                 —Gerard Manley Hopkins 

Comments

  1. Mia says

    Dear Laura
    I always say we can learn from nature how to glorify and worship our Pappa. They don’t put up a show whatsoever; they are and do just that which they have been created for. We were created to glorify our Lord and to enjoy Him forever. And it comes so naturally once we learn how to just abide in our Beloved Lord Jesus.Blessings Xx
    Mia

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