Fickle, Freckled

Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.
~Gerard Manley Hopkins “Pied Beauty”
When, finally in mid-life,  I began to appreciate the unconventional and unnoticed beauty around me, it helped me –freckled, spare and strange– feel beautiful too.  Life is all about the interplay of light and shadow within every moment of our existence, some moments darker than others, some brilliant and dazzling.
So now, each day I reach out to capture the sweet and sour of my surroundings, knowing I’m capturing my own dappled essence.   It is a reflection of the Fathering that loves us even in our fickleness, who possibly could know how?
Glory be.

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