On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.
But it is never lost my Lord.
You have taken every moment of my life in your own hands.
Hidden in the heart of things
you are nourishing seeds into sprouts,
buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness. I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagining all work had ceased.
In the morning I woke up and found my garden
full with wonders of flowers.