The Sky

The Sky

From my bedroom in a tower of the castle I can see  for miles –

the space and wonder of the sky is extraordinary…

it reminds me of this piece:



Then new events said to me,
‘Don’t move. A sublime generosity is
coming towards you.’

You are the fountain of the sun’s light.
I am a willow shadow on the ground.
You make my raggedness silky.

The soul at dawn is like darkened water
that slowly begins to say Thank you, thank you.

Then at sunset, again, Venus gradually
Changes into the moon and then the whole nightsky.

This comes of smiling back
at your smile. (public domain image)

One thought on “The Sky

  1. Hurrahing in harvest

    Summer ends now; now barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
    Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour
    Of silk-sackclouds! 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 eyes, heart, 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 curls earth for him off under his feet.

    Gerald Manley Hopkins

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