I looked at a flower and prayed. Suddenly, O Father, I beheld Thee, hiding there. The perfume of Thy presence, it exhaled. The blush of Thy purity colored its petals. The gold of Thy wisdom shone in its heart. Thine all-embracing, upholding power filled the delicate calyx. The mystery of life and Thine immortality lay in the pollen — on the breast of the bee tasting Thy sweetness. O teach me Thy wonders of creation, which even the tiniest roadside weed bears on its bosom!