The lilies herald, the trumpets that they are, the arrival of spring.
They celebrate, with the most wonderful perfume.
Their essence, exudes more than words can say.
Their soft petals, so tenderly reach out
so welcoming, so inviting.
Their openness invites us into their heart.
Reaching out with their fertileness,
unabashed and glorious.
Their gifts offered without shame
without hesitation or question
Their golden smiles projected toward the sun.
However you see the Lily, in her perfection.
this, is as Heaven sees you, a perfect creation.
As you see yourself, you see others also.
Now look again, through heaven's eyes.
And see one another, in heaven's own light.
Look and see, the Perfect Lilies, we are.
© Maricet
2011
They celebrate, with the most wonderful perfume.
Their essence, exudes more than words can say.
Their soft petals, so tenderly reach out
so welcoming, so inviting.
Their openness invites us into their heart.
Reaching out with their fertileness,
unabashed and glorious.
Their gifts offered without shame
without hesitation or question
Their golden smiles projected toward the sun.
However you see the Lily, in her perfection.
this, is as Heaven sees you, a perfect creation.
As you see yourself, you see others also.
Now look again, through heaven's eyes.
And see one another, in heaven's own light.
Look and see, the Perfect Lilies, we are.
© Maricet
2011
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