We stand in the green fragrant field and look out over the stretch of the stones unturned. In the quiet, nature enfolds us. Shadows of thoughts pass, and we find abundance in the silence that echoes— what we hold within.

A soft wind carries our fears away, and whispering persistence amid the flowers reminds us. Every petal is a prayer, thankful for the dawn light, and inviting us to stay a while.

• William Stafford