Shay Bintliff, an intrepid wild wahine of Hawaii, popularized the term Dawn Patrol for her morning at the surf breaks. I like to think of my morning runs in the same way. This photo and poem are dedicated to Shay and all others who are addicted to the magic of early morning.
GOD’S GRANDEUR
GM Hopkins
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.