From this secure place I look down upon my fleshly environment and it lies before me as an open book which I read with the eyes Thou hast given me.

It is only the nest, only the nest.

I thank Thee, Great God of the Universe, for every straw and twig, yea, even the tiny thorn in it.

All is good; for all is good for me, however with my mortal sense it has seemed to me.

The nest is mine for a time, the time when I prove Thee.

But I am thine and Thou art mine, eternally.