A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; …I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that wemay see and remark, and say Whose? Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself” Small gifts, simple joys, everyday beauties that we often fail to notice. These are the handkerchiefs of God. These are the moments when we can choose to remember that we are loved, blessed, held by the gentle hand of the Almighty. The way the afternoon light slants through the windowpane…