Here is a portion of a moving poem that was sent to me today by one of my best friends, Shann Ferch.  The poem is entitled, The Grandeur of God and was written by Gerard Manly Hopkins:

But in all this, Nature is never spent,

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. 

BTW – Shann is an amazing one.  We have been meeting together weekly as journeying friends for a good share of our adult lives – pushing 20 years now.  He just was granted an award from the National Endowments for the Arts.  Additionally, he has just published two new books. One, a tome in the area of servant leadership entitled, Forgiveness and Power in the Age of Atrocity: Servant Leadership as a Way of Life.  The second one is a wonderful book of his short stories entitled, American Masculine.  Check em out.  Ok, the Servant Leadership book was written as a academic textbook, so don't freak out over the price tag.

Out!