Zaphkiellane

Heaven in endless mercy humbles itself and comes closer to the earth. I can remember where the common paths of my little village began to climb quite suddenly and resolved to go on into heaven. The sky sometimes comes to fall down towards the woods ; the woods take hold upon the sky. In those sumptuous sunsets of gold and purple and emerald green cloud-lets and the pine trees are the same. I've lived like a man walking on a borderland, the borderland between this world and another. Like so many people and nations who grow up with nature and the common things, I understood the supernatural before I understood the natural. I've looked at dim angels standing knee-deep in the grass before looking at the grass. I knew that Our Savior's robes were white before he knew the bluebonnets round His feet were blue. The deeper my memory goes into the distant house of child-hood the nearer and nearer I come to the things that cannot be named. All through my life I've thought of the daylight world