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!
From Whispers from Eternity, 1947 edition.
