Thursday, November 16, 2017

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Friday, November 3, 2017

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

God’s Grandeur Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1844 - 1889 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.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Friday, October 13, 2017


funny when ur just driving and you hear a song for the first time...... only it's not the first time but it feels like it is what is that well that happened to me today i couldn't recognize if this was new or old i guess cause it is just timeless