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Creation can flourish again
Creation, even after much abuse, can return and flourish
The sawdust pile gives me hope—it shows me that. This sentiment was perhaps best expressed by Gerard Manley Hopkins in his poem “God’s Grandeur” where he writes:
…Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs— Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
It is easy to become discouraged in the work of resurrection, but we must remember that it has happened and is happening. God is doing the work—we must simply join it.]]>