FAITH

A sublime Love made this blossom,

her green-gold disc aglow

as a working heart beating gratitude

to mystical currents that rule

the eternal Circle of Birth and Death.

In violet winds she steeps her fragile,

fulgent whiteness, swirling myriad

graceful limbs in a vapoury

Castalian Spring, her countenance

laved in the warmth of her

oracle and Hope, of the Great Fire of

the skies who whispers of illumination

to all Earth's creatures

in the eternal language of Light.

Would you speak my prayer, blossom

child, fairest suppliant

of vernal gardens, mirror of the soul's

own Spring? Would you, gentle pilgrim,

retrieve my Faith from its crypt

amid petrified Flow and frozen stone?

Could I this day cease plaining

for Springs bartered for Winters?

Could I relive the taintless joy of infant

years and undimmed vision?

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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