A little girl watching passersby with her puppy. (Manila, 2008)
The day is never sacred
And the night is never kind
But the Lily toils unperturbed.
Her gentle scent fills the languid air;
She is clothed with regal honor.
Constantly, constantly
She weaves ripples of golden hue
And colors the wind with wisdom.
Her heart is filled with tender love
So rooted to the ground.
Behold the Lily
Fairer than the morn
Each dawn awakens
To a quiet wonder
Dwelling in nameless
Streets and homes.
2 comments:
Consider the lilies... (Book of Luke 12:27). Beautiful stuff, as always, Melissa.
They are lovely and fascinating, and their human counterparts are inspiring. ^^
Thanks so much, Milo. I feel lots of smiles in my heart when someone appreciates the little stuff I do in my solitude.
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