Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God. It Will Flame Out Like Shining From Shook Foil? Generations Have Trod, Have Trod, Have Trod; And All Is Seared With Trade; Bleared, Smeared With Toil; And Wearsman'ssmudgeand Sharesman'ssmell: Thesoil Is Bare Now, Nor Can Foot Feel, Being Shod.

Not, I’ll Not, Carrion Comfort, Despair, Not Feast On Thee; Not Untwist—slack They May Be—these Last Strands Of Man In Me ór, Most Weary, Cry I Can No More. I Can; Can Something, Hope, Wish Day Come, Not Choose Not To Be.

Because The Holy Ghost Over The Bent World Broods With Warm Breast And With Ah! Bright Wings.

You Do Not Mean By Mystery What A Catholic Does. You Mean An Interesting Uncertainty: The Uncertainty Ceasing Interest Ceases Also.... But A Catholic By Mystery Means An Incomprehensible Certainty: Without Certainty, Without Formulation There Is No Interest;... The Clearer The Formulation The Greater The Interest.

All Things Therefore Are Charged With Love, Are Charged With God And If We Knew How To Touch Them Give Off Sparks And Take Fire, Yield Drops And Flow, Ring And Tell Of Him.