Learn from the way the wild flowers grow.
They do not work or spin.
But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor
was clothed like one of them.
If God so clothes the grass of the field,
which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow,
will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?
So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’
or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we to wear?’
All these things the pagans seek.
Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all.
But seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness,
and all these things will be given you besides.
Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself.
Sufficient for a day is its own evil.
—Matthew 6:24-34
Don't worry for tomorrow,
but let it go its way.
Sufficient is the sorrow
that comes in every day.
This one has got its evils
enough for you to meet.
Your sowing and your reaping
cannot delay its grief.
Then let your hands be open,
come laughter or come dread;
your reaping and your sowing
shall be your daily bread.
Consider well the lilies,
how gorgeous they appear:
Not all the threat of winter
can make them bow to fear.
Though to the year they've fallen
and faded into death,
they know the spring is coming,
and they shall rise again.
And so their blossoms open
that cannot last the day,
their hope forever sowing
beyond the leaves that fade.
François Barraud: Nature morte de fleurs aux lys, 1934 – http://www.sikart.ch/ImgRenderer.aspx?id=6004010, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10277705