"The Lord spreads a carpet before us."

(A collection of flowers found in the park across the street from our apartment. 3/18/2012)

Summers looked at the brave, frail first flowers, and it seemed to him his eyes had sharpened all at once. He had seen these things before, had seen and not seen, being concerned with bigger subjects, and now suddenly here were color and shape that he had passed by because they were tiny.

Potter gestured toward the mountain and then down at the ground. "The big and the little. The mighty and the minute. Can you doubt the power and the love of the Lord."

-Fair Land, Fair Land, A. B. Guthrie. Jr.