O Lord, you taught beside the sea and on the mountain high, and in a desert place apart you prayed with no one nigh; help us to seek the quiet place beneath the open sky. O Lord, your pathway often led by waves of ripening grain, to you the lilies of the field were part of God's domain; help every eye and mind to see your beauty once again. Make us aware of beauty rare in flower, tree, and sky, in forests green and fields serene, in mountains towering high; but more than all, to hear you call, and answer, "Here am I."