As Kingfishers Catch Fire

As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbles 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 going's 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 faces.

Gerard Manley Hopkins