The Windhover: To Christ our Lord

saker_falcon_flight_topI caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding.

Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding

High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing

In his ecstasy! Then off, off forth on swing,

As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding

Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding

Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here

Buckle! And the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion

Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillion

Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,

Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermilion.[1]


[1] by Gerard Manley Hopkins, Poet-Priest, 1844-1889

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2 responses to “The Windhover: To Christ our Lord

  1. ruth olson

    Jim, thank you so much for directing me to today’s blog. What a comfort … you are truly a dear friend to us both.

    • Fr. James Coles

      Ruth, I knew you and Jim would love this entry. I was thinking of you and the transformative base camp and backpacking adventures I experienced with you.
      Love you!

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