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

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Listen to Your Heart


"Are the stars too distant? 
Pick up the pebble that lies at thy feet, and from it learn the all."
—MARGARET FULLER