I thank you God for most this amazing day
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and
for a blue true dream of sky
for all things counter, original, spare, strange
whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
with swift, slow; sweet, sour
a dazzle, dim
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change
- this is a poem that is parts of two poems
by e.e.cummings and Gerard Manley Hopkins.
It was written in the fall of 2006 to describe the wonder of eight weeks on Edisto Island. I spent the sabbatical creating principles for artistic retreat. This poem sprang from that life-altering time.