Here we have a feather pretending to be a bird …! God’s beauty shines forth in nature in so many ways.
Here is the last stanza of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem, ‘God’s Grandeur’: ‘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’.
In these times especially, may we indeed trust that the ‘Holy Ghost over the bent /World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings’. May God bless you and keep you in His Love today.