As king fishers 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 />Gerard Manley Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-kingfishers-catch-fire/
