A poem apt for the beautiful Thanksgiving weather in the Ottawa region:
God's Grandeur
(Gerard Manley Hopkins, SJ, 1844-1889)
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; | 5 |
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; | 10 |
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. |
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ST. JOSEPH'S SEMINARY
IN EDMONTON
Two weekends ago, I enjoyed visiting Edmonton's new seminary after Scripturefest. But I did not post any photos of this lovely new facility: 60 rooms for seminarians, now hosting 42 seminarians, including a large first year group of 16.
Here are some photos:
Absolutely splendid! Have a beautiful Thanksgiving Day, Archbishop Terry!
ReplyDeleteIt's too bad about that chapel, at least the stained glass makes it look a bit like a church.
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