"Earth's crammed with heaven"
I came across this quote when finishing up reading “The Shack” by Young (Here's a quick review of the book). It is from Elizabeth Browning’s Aurora Leigh:
“And truly, I reiterate, . . nothing’s small!
No lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee,
But finds a coupling with the spinning stars;
No pebble at your foot, but proves a sphere;
No chaffinch, but implies the cherubim:
And,-glancing on my own thin, veined wrist,-
In such a little tremour of the blood
The whole strong glamour of a vehement soul
Doth utter itself distinct. Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round and pick blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more from the first similitude.”
“And truly, I reiterate, . . nothing’s small!
No lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee,
But finds a coupling with the spinning stars;
No pebble at your foot, but proves a sphere;
No chaffinch, but implies the cherubim:
And,-glancing on my own thin, veined wrist,-
In such a little tremour of the blood
The whole strong glamour of a vehement soul
Doth utter itself distinct. Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round and pick blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more from the first similitude.”
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