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, December 6, 2016

Listen to Your Heart

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

Listen to your Heart—
Its pounding waves impart
A wisdom from the start—
The Artist and His Art.


  1. Nice writing! And beautifully illustrated.

  2. Sweet poem, Cathy. And well-done. In looking through my journal, I have more examples of simple 4-line, 1-stanza poetry than any other kind. Simple & short is always the best to me. Never been a big fan of that epic "Ancient Mariner" long story-type poetry. I think if it starts getting THAT long, it ought to be a book. Oh well, that's my prejudice. Love the little heart-shaped stone you pictured too - perfect for this poem. Have a great day! ⭐️

    1. Thank you, Janet. I don't think I could write an epic poem even if I wanted to!


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