Christ plays in ten thousand places (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

  As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; 

As tumbled over rim in roundy wells 

Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s 

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; 

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: 

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; 

Selves – goes itself; myself  it speaks and spells, 

Crying What I do is me: for that I came. 

                        

I say more:  the just man justices; 

Keeps grace:  that keeps all his goings graces; 

Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is – 

Christ – for Christ plays in ten thousand places, 

Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his 

To the Father through the features of men’s faces. 

--Gerard Manley Hopkins, As Kingfishers Catch Fire

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