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:
~Gerard Manley Hopkins “Pied Beauty”
The unconventional and unnoticed beauty,
freckled, spare and strange–
helps me feel beautiful too.
The interplay of light and shadow
within every moment of our existence,
some moments darker than others,
some brilliant and dazzling.
I try to find the sweet and sour,
knowing I’m capturing my own dappled essence –
a reflection of the Fathering that loves us
even in our fickleness,
who possibly could know how?
There is no perfection outside of Him;
His reflected beauty has no uniformity.
We give Him glory in our imperfection,
the defects and blemishes which
only He can make whole.
Who knows why He does this?
Yet He does.