Today I saw a slide show of a colleague’s recent trip to the Holy Land. The pictures were of mostly wild flowers growing where ever they could find purchase. The flowers were in stark contrast to the brown almost white desert that surrounded their bright greens, pinks and oranges in what seemed an almost defiant display against an often bleak landscape. It would be easy to see them as something apart from their landscape just passing through for a brief time, but if we do that to all our bright spots and the color in our lives, they become only fleeting memories when instead they need to remind us constantly of the beauty which lives there always even if at times we can’t see it. The poet and artist William Blake asked us “to see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower.” Perhaps even a glimpse is enough to show us something profound and to draw us in where we otherwise might have passed by.