Dale Gregory Cozart Poet Personification

Like Easter Lilies

The sisters passed 
in the garden
on the way to chapel,
their heads bowed,
their voices hushed,
faced concealed 
by wimples
stiff as cones 
in the twilight.
The evening bell tolled,
peaceful and reverent 
as an affirmation,
ancient 
as the stone walls
dressing in their habits,
as brides donning green.
Soon all was quiet;
no more rustling 
of fabric.
Impoverished and chaste
their prayers went 
to God,
these obedient daughters 
of charity.
Straight-backed 
in their rude pews,
their heads bowed 
still further,
they gave thanks 
for a beauty
of which they felt themselves 
undeserving.

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