Lily of the Valley
Stands there greeting me
Outside my window
A string of white pearls
My dear,
Lily of the valley.
Its pure white flowers
Arranged in perfection
Elegantly draped
O'er the emerald leaves
That stand upright as majestic walls -
These beckon me,
My eyes to see
The sight of true beauty.
Alas, but why
Does this beauty
A sadness adorn?
Why hangs its head
In despair, with
Dew drops shed as tears
Early in the morn?
My dear,
My dear, dear Lily of the Valley,
You know of a sorrow deep.
I see it in your peaceful stance
That in all its majesty
A secret hides.
You know of a sorrow deeper than all
Memories of grieving souls combined
And yet in that sorrow
Do You strive,
A beauty to show and uphold,
For eager eyes to behold and be made whole.
So shall I wake up each day
And gaze upon Your beauty, poignant
My dear,
Lily of the Valley.
Copyright © Stenila Simon | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment