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 amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Thursday, November 19, 2015

As Tears Go By

FOR each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy. . . . 

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthing
And coffers heaped with tears.
~Emily Dickinson



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