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

Monday, January 9, 2017

A New Day


A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
-Emily Dickinson




Sunday, January 1, 2017

A New Beginning


We must learn to reawaken & keep ourselves awake, 
not by mechanical aids, 
but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.  
— Henry David Thoreau

Dawn in my woods