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  1. The dearest freshness deep down things
    Oct 8, 2024 · original
    This is one of my favorite poems. I memorized it several years ago, but haven t read it, or tried reciting it, in… months and months. Decided to give it a go after quoting it in yesterday s post about getting older . Remembered most of it! God s Grandeur By Gerard Manley Hopkins 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 th
  2. Death is in the room
    May 3, 2024 · original
    A few weeks ago, one of Z’s teammates lost his dad. I didn’t know the man, and I don’t know the details. But I used to see him at every one of the wrestling meets. Walking around, usually alone. Engaged in what was happening. Paying attention to all the matches. Watching and encouraging his son, especially. And now this man is gone. He existed on the earth so briefly. His life was happening, an ongoing event, concurrent with mine and yours and billions of others. Now it isn’t. Our little threads keep going, twisting and turning, overlapping and knotting, twining and wrapping all around each other. But we are less, collectively. One thread, this man’s life, cut off by a combination of factors I don’t know. But I do know one of them, perhaps the main one, was despair. Death is in the room with us. Death is sitting next to us. Death is walking in and out of the door. Death is on the corner.

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