Glory be to God for dappled things–
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh firecoal chestnut falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced–fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow, sweet, sour, adazzle, dim,
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wish the world could know the true meaning of apocalypse: The triumph of good over evil. The struggle of good over evil, sharing instead of greed, service instead of power, seems greater than ever. Keep watch. Maybe we are in the “end times.” God does not operate by our clock and we know not how long the “end times” will last. All we do know is that God will triumph and for that we can be thankful.