All around, every day, there is God.
Driving in rush-hour traffic, looking over, and there it was…
The frozen river below, smoke rising from the chimneys on the city.
The day before yesterday,
walking round the cloisters,
where the brethren were sitting,
as it were a very garland of love,
I was gazing on them,
as one might admire in paradise
the leaves and flowers and fruit of
every individual tree,
and found none there whom I did not love,
and by whom I did not believe myself loved.
I was filled with joy...
-from “The Way of Simplicity”, Esther De Waal