Friday, May 7, 2010

the Spirit Broods....

O earth! thou hast not any wind that blows
Which is not music; every weed of thine
Pressed rightly flows in aromatic wine;
And every humble hedgerow flower that grows,
And every little brown bird that doth sing,
Hath something greater than itself, and bears
A living word to every living thing,
Albeit it holds the message unawares.
All shapes and sounds have something which is
not
of them: a Spirit broods amid the grass;
Vague outlines of the Everlasting Thought
Lie in the melting shadows as they pass;
The touch of an Eternal Presence thrills
The fringes of the sunsets and the hills.

R. Realf 1834-1878

what more to say? Happy Friday! k

miracle here

4 comments:

  1. A beautiful thought to carry into the weekend. Be blessed!

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  2. gorgeous! have a lovely day :)

    xo Alison

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  3. Beauitufl:)
    Have a great weekend:)
    Greetings,
    Diana

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  4. Beautiful!!
    Blessings,
    andrea

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