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
This is one of my favorite poems because it celebrates the unmatchable abundance of Creation. Often I have been struck by the sheer excessiveness of the world's beauty --it seems almost gratuitous. This poem tackles that fact head on. What it seems to do for me is to clear the way for each and everyone of us to be loved in the eyes of God. God made so much difference in the world--each snowflake, each blade of grass, each DNA,--he made all that difference because he likes difference. HE is all one and that means that he contains multitudes. He contains all the possibilities, and he wants to see each and every one of them flourish. HE does not play favorites He created everything and He pronounced everything that HE made as GOOD.
I watched a news show of Pope Francis slowly ride through a crowd of people many of them special needs children at the Madison Square Garden. How great god is to have sent a leader that shows such receptivity and inclusiveness to all that humanity. It is overwhelming and so obviously right once we see it. Why is it so rare? How can we bring that love and acceptance into our daily lives?