The Lovely Lily
I see the Lovely Lily growing closer,
The pool of air surrounding,
Falling shallow.
Evening breezes of breath become quiet.
The nearer the advance of the Lovely Lily,
The heavenly lights glow fiercely.
Did You place fear in our hearts so
We wouldn’t clutch at the gates of heaven too soon?
That You might complete our puzzle piece?
Take my hand. Lovely Lily, when You are ready,
Take my hand.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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