I thank the shining, unseen one

I thank the shining unseen one
of the meadow, who from kindness' sake
helped the sorrowed man, holding
holy the bottlebrush whose nectar
hummingbirds sip. This humble
scion of the harvest's master makes
that meadow an unsung graceland
where oatstraw maidens frolic
in the subtle breeze shimmy.
There for a dollar I found good heal.