A quiet morning

This was another welcomed quiet morning.  Enjoy this poem by one of my favorite poets, Fr. Gerard Manley Hopkins, S.J.

The Candle Indoors

Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by
I muse at how its being puts blissful back
With yellow moisture mild night’s blear-all black,
Or to-fro tender trambeams truckle at the eye.

By that window what task what fingers ply,
I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack
Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack
There/God to aggrándise, God to glorify, –

Come you indoors, come home; your fading fire
Mend first and vital candle in close heart’s vault:
You there are master, do your own desire;

What hinders? Are you beam-blind, yet to a fault
In a neighbour deft-handed? are you that liar
And, cast by conscience out, spendsavour salt?

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