MITERA

I see you still, entelechy

of Nature's purest

indwelling light; token of her

vivifying Grace; paragon

of beauty and love, of faith

and fortitude, of unfading

flush and unfettered flow.

Rooted to Earth, you held up

my skies, as a fragile

stem raising up a windflower

of heavenly blue, eyes

cast sun-ward, as lapis lamps

toward a blessed blaze

in Apollo's shrine.

Your piety gleamed as his rays,

charioting 'cross fleec'd

plains, scrawling your paeans

'pon gilt scrolls, that Nephelae

may echo his praises,

that their silver strains, melded

with Elysium's rainbow tears, 

may sanctify the ground.

Tongues enounce your hymns

now, great spirit; shadows

and phantasms hold sway, for

souls fell silent in the clanging

dark of empty radiance.

I seek the skies that hold you,

the only Mother I ever knew.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Philip Hermogenes Calderon