Yelling for Joy




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.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “God’s Grandeur”


– let me yell for joy at what I have been given,
at the blessedness that I have been afforded,
at the long seasons of grace
you have spun out for me
in a great summer taffy of a life.

~A.G. Harmon from



What is all this juice and all this joy?
~Gerard Manley Hopkins from “Spring”



These summer mornings I awake in a Gerard Manley Hopkins landscape~
the young poet priest combined words in suspended rhythm,
recreating the world found outside our windows
entirely in our minds even when our eyes are closed.

What is this taffy-stretched joy I feel when witnessing
what must have moved him to write?
What can be more powerful
than words that awaken in us dawn’s redeeming light?







2 thoughts on “Yelling for Joy

  1. i bet it’s great to have that adorable granddaughter and her parents home for a while! we will be taking our three oldest grands for some fun in seattle this next week. thanks for your wonder-filled words again today. they are always inspiring.


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