I come in the little things,

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