Where God has sown us, we must flower.
Oh Jesus, divine Gardener! We are flowers born in the garden of Thy Church and watered with Thy precious blood. Spiknard or lilies, roses or violets, exquisite flowers or simple blooms of the field, we have received from Thee the richness of our petals, the treasures of our perfumes, and the blessings of our fruitfulness.
We wish to live for thee in the corner of Thy garden, where Thy divine hand has planted us; and we yearn to realize your precious destiny; to send our fragrance of love heavenward in order that thou mayest inhale it and repose it in thy heart; and to place the fruitful seed upon souls.
Secrets of Interior Life
Luis M. Maritnex
Archbishop of Mexico
B. Herder Book Company, 1949