As grass

We are like the grass of the field. Without the sun, it is dark and meaningless, and there is nothing beautiful in it. It withers and dies. It is good for nothing but to be thrown into the fire.

But with the sun, it glitters gold, reflecting its light. It grows and flourishes and waves tall in the breeze.

Let us pray for the Son to shine His light upon us, that we may be turned to gold.