Shakespeare scholars will recognize the source of this title. The banished duke seeks to reassure his companions in As You Like It, saying, "And this our life, exempt from public haunts, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stone, and good in everything."

Sermons in stones ... do you find them there? You can, you know. Or in the towering trees or fragrant flora or starry nights. Words of Joyce Rupp come to mind. Listen:

One winter morning, I awake to see the magnificent lines of frost stretching across my windowpanes. They seemed to rise with the sunshine and the bitter cold outside. They looked like little miracles that had been formed in the dark of night. I watched them in sheer amazement, and marveled that such beautiful forms could be born during such a winter…