Note that the stigma (center) of this lustrous flower is a microcosm of the sun itself. Note how the water burbles and gurgles. Note why I have the dew drop onto a red flower rather than onto a green leaf: Red best resonates the intensity of the incredible amount of power required to lift humanly inconceivable tons of water skyward world-wide every single millisecond of the day and night; such a common everyday occurrence as to not seem notable, but in reality a tremendous, collosal, magnificent, glorious, sensational illustration of God's power, the omnipotence and omniscience of the Eternal, the Ever Existent—before before, then, now, soon, pronto, next, later, any other segmentations of time, and time itself, as we know it, existed.

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The power of the sun evaporates the dew,
transforming it to a vapor which in turn distilled
to water is impelled by gravity to accrue
as pools, ponds, lakes, reservoirs, seas and oceans are filled,
moisture imparting to make possible, sustain
and maintain all life here upon earth, and then, as before,
evanesced up to the sky again,
else, earthbound, nevermore to climb high, rise, and soar....

So, dear Lord, lift up our minds, hearts and souls to thee
from materialistic mindsets and flawed thoughts forfend
as we aspire to serve, assisting others selflessly....
as the sun goes down, night falls and dew drops anew descend;
and as the sun comes up, morning dawns and softly the dew
in warming air commences gently to ascend,
drawn by solar power, rising up high anew,
empowered by thy Spirit, ever upward to wend.

Unburden us from all earthly worry and care,
lightening the loads that we bear in accordance with
thy wondrous comforting consoling words, a prayer:
"Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavily laden,
and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you,
and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart:
and ye shall find peace and rest unto your souls,
for my yoke is easy, and my burden light."

Armor us with visors to shut out from our sight
tantalizing temptations that to wrongs us entice;
a shield, to ward off evil, in defense of what's right;
a gauntlet laid down to curb all incursions of vice,
a sword to cut evil to the quick with thy word's immeasurable might—
as though through throbbing, sensitive flesh every disorder to excise,
a lasso to rope us into worthy impulses and quests,
tying us up, tightly bound thy will to do, bound for paradise.

Lyrics: Wendell Hall © 2009

To Stephen Foster's Beautiful Dreamer, so beautiful it makes this page worth viewing for his music alone.