Wild air, world-mothering air,
Nestling me everywhere,
That each eyelash or hair
Girdles; goes home betwixt
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Gerard Manley Hopkins beautiful lines of the Mother Of God is woven with a wonderment not of this world.
This poem is the most poetic interpretation of the meaning of the Incarnation that I've ever read. I'm sure it's impenetrable to any gnostic spectre who tries to read it.