“The world is charged with the grandeur of God,” wrote the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins in the 19th century. He found that grandeur, that glory, in both ordinary and extraordinary things – the flash of a kingfisher, the stars, plowed soil, a winter storm at sea, the flight of a falcon. We, too, can see the sacred all around us.
Just as the gold of the grass is hidden under the busyness of the plant producing chlorophyll, growing, creating seed, so is the sacred all around us covered up by the busyness of our lives. And yet the gold of the grass is always there, and we can see it when the chlorophyll is gone and the bare blades shine in the sun. So is the sacred in plain sight when we look beyond our own busyness in the world.
Come and look with me at some of the evidences of the sacred all around us.
Look what you’ve done!
Look at the tiny leaves of the maple
just out over night,
limp and hanging down
like the wings of a butterfly
just emerged from the chrysalis,
waiting to be pumped up
by this tender rain that’s falling,
waiting to flare out on the wind
like little flags of glory!