I come in the little things

Saith the Lord:

I come in small things says the Lord,

Not borne on the morning wings

Of majesty, but I have set My Feet

Amidst the delicate and bladed wheat

That springs triumphant in the furrowed sod.

There do I dwell, in weakness and in power;

Not broken or divided, saith our God!

In your strait garden plot I come to flower.

I come in the little things, Saith the Lord:

Yea! on the glancing wings

Of eager birds, the softly pattering feet

Of furred and gentle beasts, I come to meet

Your hard and wayward heart. In brown bright eyes

That peep from out the brake, I stand confest

On every nest where feathery Patience is content to brood

And leaves her pleasure for the high emprize of motherhood -

There doth My Godhead rest .

Evelyn Underhill

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