Easter Lilies
"The meek and the humble will be elevated to places where the haughty can never ascend even with a ladder. Stay humble in victory and calm in defeat"- by poet
far away in ancient Jerusalem,
stood a garden, long, long ago
home to giant oaks and figs
and plants and shrubs of every kind
on every season, from time to time,
merrily they would burst into bloom
filling the air with fragrance sweet
and fueling the hearts with joy and cheer
amid the riot of flashing shades
where Poppies and Pansies held their heads
in a corner, there a Lily stood,
sans scent and sans grandeur.
a poor loner never once noticed,
nor skilled to steal the show,
those brilliant in shade and shape
with contempt openly quipped
‘it’s such a shame she grows among us
with such pallid shade and nothing to rave’,
‘Lilies are such lazy lot, giving only seasonal blooms’
rang aloud their haughty comments
rashly blurted out and blunt
the poor Lily wilted in shame
wishing she had never been born.
late that evening, through the garden
into the newly dug up grave
a band of people came with lights
bearing someone cut and scathed.
with blood oozing, drop by drop from wounds,
left by piercing nails
the body, carefully wrapped in linen
was the body of Jesus - Son of God
the one who bore the sins of the world
and courted the most accursed of deaths
the body embalmed was laid inside
and sealed with a giant block of stone
soldiers posted to guard the tomb
and every vigil so prudently kept.
early by dawn, three days hence,
while it was still very dark
from inside the tomb came
rumbling sounds and a blinding light.
flowers en masse blinked their eyes,
beheld a man, gently walking out
the wounds still fresh on his palm
and the linen that swaddled, lying behind.
as they watched this strange sight
in awful amazement, they did see
a host of Lilies white as snow,
far more beautiful than any of them
bowing their heads in reverential glee
and singing Hosanna to the Lord of Life!
the flora in silent shock
sighted from whence the Lilies came
they sprang unforeseen in those spots,
where drops of blood from his body fell
then onward, without fail,
April sees the grandeur and grace,
of snowy lilies - those delicate blooms,
sprouting suddenly from the crust of the Earth
joggling their heads in whiffing breeze,
and giving delight to all who behold
Placed Second
March. 25.2022
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Regina McIntosh
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Valsa George
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