A Persian fable says: One day A wanderer found a lump of clay So redolent of sweet perfume, Its odour scented all the room. "Who art thou." was his quick demand, "Art though some gem from Samarkand, Or Spikenard in this rude disguise, Or other costly merchandise?" "Nay! I am but a lump of clay." "Then whence this wonderous sweetness --say?" "Friend, if the secret I disclose, I have been dwelling with a rose." --Anon. When we leave the secret places where we have communed with God, what fragrance is emanating from our lives to those around us?