Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
~Lord Alfred Tennyson “Flower in the Crannied Wall”
Am I root, or am I bud?
Am I stem or am I leaf?
All in all, I am
but the merest reflection
of God’s fruiting glory;
I am His tears shed
as He broke