As I observe the bird activity in my backyard...

  When I watch the finches - gold, house and sometimes purple - feeding from the thistle filled socks, I think of "finches wings" from G. M. Hopkins poetry work , Pied Beauty.
   Pied Beauty is a simple but yet not a simple poem, easy to understand but not so simple construction of sprung rhythm and alliterations.
   Reread it this morning and it always touches my soul. Brings back the reality of the Splendor that the True and Living God (really have to love how King David described God) created. 
     Truly, in all the world's turmoil this poem can focus us on good things to think about and be thankful for.
     The opening and the last line always refocus me spiritually...

  "Glory Be to God...    

    He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change; Praise him."