As I opened my eyes from my prayer this morning, this was what I saw. God! This, I think, is one of those mystical experiences that come to anyone at anytime, even if they don't know what to call IT. Gerard Manley Hopkins had words for it. I rarely think of the last two lines of his poem God's Grandeur, but they came to me almost at the same time I looked at this silver-gray lake and sky:
"Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."
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