Louis Tiffany and Company, "Dogwood" Design Window: 1910-1915.
“The pale flowers of the dogwood outside this window are saints. The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God.”Merton, Thomas, When the Trees Say Nothing: Writings on Nature
Walking down a street, sweeping a floor, washing dishes, hoeing beans, reading a book, taking a stroll in the woods-all can be enriched with contemplation and with the obscure sense of the presence of God. Thomas Merton. The Inner Experience: Notes on Contemplation. I see how the evening sun lights the high grass, trees shift in the gentle wind and small brown birds flit between outdoor tables as young women reach for coffee cups drop sweet crumbs to the rough sidewalk, to the birds. Intent on home-work, office-work, they never look up to see how the sky deepens to darker hue; how day will fade soon and vermillion night set fire to the seaward hills. The west wind will finally drive them in, and the grateful birds will all fly away. I see it all. My old eyes know how this old world works, how Your love lurks even in the weeds that grow on the edge of the most tended garden; hides in the cries of the grieving mourning dove; falls like rain in the tender, moonless night.