As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; <br />As tumbled over rim in roundy wells <br />Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's <br />Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; <br />Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: <br />Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; <br />Selves - goes itself; _myself_ it speaks and spells, <br />Crying _What I do is me: for that I came_. <br /> <br />I say more: the just man justices; <br />Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces; <br />Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is - <br />Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places, <br />Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his <br />To the Father through the features of men's faces.<br /><br />Govinda Krishna Chettur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-kingfishers-catch-fire-2/
