Best Poem Ever.

What difference does eternal life make? Why does knowing Jesus transform the (often) difficult drudgery of this lifetime? How does the hope of the resurrection comfort? Read this and then enjoy this most excellent poem, and be comforted.
(Oh, and don't mind GMH; he makes up words. Extremely cool words. My advice is to say them out loud if you don't 'get' them).

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-

built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they throng;
they glitter in marches.

Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, '

wherever an elm arches,

Shivelights and shadowtackle in long '

lashes lace, lance, and pair.

Delightfully the bright wind boisterous '

ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare
Of yestertempest’s creases; in pool and rut peel parches

Squandering ooze to squeezed '

dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches

Squadroned masks and manmarks '

treadmire toil there

Footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, '

nature’s bonfire burns on.

But quench her bonniest, dearest '

to her, her clearest-selvèd spark

Man, how fast his firedint, '

his mark on mind, is gone!

Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark

Drowned. O pity and indig '

nation! Manshape, that shone

Sheer off, disseveral, a star, '

death blots black out; nor mark

Is any of him at all so stark
But vastness blurs and time '

beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,

A heart’s-clarion! Away grief’s gasping, joyless days, dejection.

Across my foundering deck shone

A beacon, an eternal beam.

Flesh fade, and mortal trash

Fall to the residuary worm; world’s wildfire, leave but ash:

In a flash, at a trumpet crash,I am all at once what Christ is, since he was what I am, and

This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.

(Gerard Manley Hopkins)

(My apologies for multiple postings... I hope I've gotten the formatting right this time!)