Christ in Nature

In light of this "glorious" weather we're experiencing, perhaps it could be an opportunity to reflect on the presence of Christ in nature. Joseph M. Plunkett, while interned in Kilmainham Jail, just outside Dublin, for his part in the Easter Rising against the occupying forces in 1916, reflected on this question.

Now in his prison cell, awaiting his demise, Plunkett reflected and wrote:

I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but his voice—and carven by his power Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree. Deacon Brendan Brides