Being in solitary confinement is being in hell. In this season of merry making and peace, I bring to mind the difficulties of being human with those who are often inhuman in their resistance to everything good.
Hopkins knew the fleeting/hardening nature of Samsara. In this poem, which is not very well known, Fr. Hopkins is at his best as a practitioner of Sprung Rhythm and as a follower of St. Ignatius of Loyola. The world turns, while the Cross is still.