Love the beautiful in everything; it is a ray of light divine. It is love's beauty. The beautiful thrills us into a kind of ecstasy, suspending the din of our inward activity in the silence of admiration; and admiration gives our nature a kind of fulfillment, a restful satiety asking for nothing more. It is the very essence of contemplative adoration.
What we believe in anguish and doubt the iris proclaims in simple blue tones; What we do not see, the chickadee confirms in its flight to the feeder; Life, life everywhere, sacred everywhere.
