I came across this poem reading a book last year. The book was Christ Plays in Ten Thousand Places by Eugene Peterson. The title was identified as a phrase from the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins written in the 1800's. I liked it enough that I was curious about how it had been used in the poem. Since looking it up, this has stuck with me. I love what it has to say about the nature of who we are and what our lives are about when lived in the reality of what God created us to be--the reality of Christ. So, here's my deep dark secret: I actually have a favorite Victorian poem. How's it hit you?
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
As king fishers 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 fac
es.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
As king fishers 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 fac
es. 
