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. Amen.
Evelyn Underhill
Oh so pretty!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words and daffodils! Thanks for following my blog!! It is nice to know someone else is reading it!:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Carla.
ReplyDeleteI too find great joy in the little things that the Lord has blessed my life with.
We can never praise Him enough!
Beautiful daffodils!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! The beauty of the Lord is all around us. Is there anything as cheering as pure yellow? Well, probably, I'm just focused on those gorgeous daffodils just now. Have a beautiful day Carla!
ReplyDeleteHi Carla...thanks for stopping by today on my blog and I know you would love, love, love, Maine so hope someday you can come for a visit. I'll be sure to put the kettle on and hope that you would come and stop by and share a pot of coffee or tea with me and some chit-chat too. I miss having friends around...guess that's why I love my blog so much...I've met so many wonderful friends here...but the hard part is never being able to meet them. Hope that someday that will change. Have a wonderful night. Hugs, Kathy
ReplyDeleteA very sweet post.
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