It may indeed be phantasy, when I essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie, lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be ; and if the wide world rings in mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee…
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sometimes it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness….
The bud stands for all things,
even those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow of the flower, and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely, until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.
Galway Kinnell, Saint Francis and the Sow.