Those three words form part of Gerald Manley-Hopkins soaring poem, The Windhover, which was one of several poems and other pieces of art we considered at housegroup this evening. It has been a favourite of mine for many years, one of the few studied in A Level English Literature that has lodged with me.

What a glorious poem; may my eyes be open this week for a similar epiphany of glory through the unveiling of what might otherwise seem everyday and ordinary; a soaring bird, a ploughed field, the embers of a fire and more.