Welcome to the Kingfisher!

As Kingfishers Catch Fire— Gerard Manley Hopkins

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;

As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

I say móre: the just man justices;

Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;

Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —

Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,

Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his

To the Father through the features of men's faces.

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The Kingfisher Quarterly’s mission is to be the key that, in the hand of the Great Redeemer, sets captives free by sharing with the world viscerally, compellingly true poetry, fiction, and nonfiction that shapes affections rightly, written by budding teen authors and poets. We seek to empower determined teens to hone their literary craft, creating excellent work that “acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye… (it) is”.

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