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;
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;
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.
During this morning’s thunderstorm we lost power – right in the middle of breakfast the lights flickered and went out, and so we finished our meal by candlelight. The rain stopped soon after, but the power stayed off for a couple more hours, so the best solution was to go outside, where there was plenty of light that required no batteries or matches. I love to go outside after a rain – everything about the world seems more vibrant. When the hum of our electric-centric lives gets disrupted I go outside and find that everything is still running on course. Below are some pictures from after the rain. I took them with a very inexpensive and simple macro lens but they offer a peek into the complex and tiny world we often overlook. God’s grandeur indeed, reflected in the smallest things.
I was so pleased to get this on video – I wonder how heavy that water drop must seem to this little fly?
If you appreciate dewy insects, too, you might enjoy these professional pictures which are much more detailed than mine.