“And in this he showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hazel nut, lying in the palm of my hand, as it seemed. And it was as round as any ball. I looked upon it with the eye of my understanding, and thought, ‘What may this be?’ And it was answered generally thus, ‘It is all that is made.’ I marveled how it might last, for I thought it might suddenly have fallen to nothing for littleness. And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and ever shall, for God loves it. And so have all things their beginning by the love of God.Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love
In this little thing I saw three properties. The first is that God made it. The second that God loves it. And the third, that God keeps it.”
The world of wonders spinning 'round: an acorn in my hand, my span on it no greater found than any grain of sand, as little to my scrying eye as any star in sky. What is this, that you care for it, a miracle of dust? Or we, that at its edges sit, why do you care for us who add no measure to your fame or glory to your name? Not for our goodness but for yours, for your own love alone, your mercy ever-ceaseless pours down from your living throne. That fire divine, through wounded hands, is lavished on the sands. Then what have I the need to fear if you are at my side? Beholding, hold this acorn sphere and over it preside, and I will spin howe'er you deem, a tiny ember's gleam.