Little Things

I come in the little things,

Saith the Lord:

Yea, on the glancing wing

Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet

Of furred and gentle beasts.

I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord:
Not borne on the morning's wings
Of majesty, but I have set My feet
Admidst the delicate and bladed wheat.


I come in the little things,
Saith the Lord. Amen.


Evelyn Underhill