Where we worship

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

Remember the beauty and strength within your heart

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.