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

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

                                                      
 
                                                                                     Read by Robert Frost
                                                                                     Filmed by Kathryn Klos