Quotable Sunday

Thou canst not move across the grass
But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
Nor speak, however silently,
But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
I know the path that tells Thy way
Through the cool eve of every day;
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!

-Edna St. Vincent Millay
(from Renascence)

More Quotable Sunday Here
(and I am probably not playing correctly by posting an excerpt from a poem!)