Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (Luke 12:27)

There is no nonsense about them
These increments of light
Only they glow – if I may – in value, unvalue, devalue,
Empty terms in empty spaces ungraced in their absence,
These sun-warmed stalks and petals,
Disarranging ornate palaces, trailers, crumbling
Shacks, clutter of temples, stacked offices, neon tenements,
These all gathering the vindicating light
Borne by fragile forms, mortal all,
Sometimes dowdy, bent, flagging,
Sometimes pale, speckled, flashy,
Boldly striking, then again, unnoticed,
Yet there all the same,
Introduced by design, unbidden,
To one an offense to be discarded or tolerated,
Eliciting smile, laughter, scorn, welcome,
Refugees offering refuge immortal
This desire of sun:
These lilies of the field.

For your steadfast love is before my eyes, and I walk in your faithfulness. (Psalm 26:3)