I never entered a room of my sleeping
children that I didn't thank God for them.
I never work in my garden that I don't
appreciate the wonders of nature.
I never saw a rose that I don't thank the
Lord for its beauty.

But how grateful I am for a rose. I am sure
it wasn't a chance creation that formed a
rose, but a deep concentration to make
something lovely to soften the harshness of
a day.

Dorothy B Jones