It hardly seems like spring has come, to me
yet lily petals unfold from the spathe
like butterflies from chrysalids set free.
An act of courage, or an act of faith?
To break the bonds of self; to seek the light
to leave the loving shelter of the bud—
a lily, like a butterfly in flight
takes leave of winter roots, deep in the mud
takes leave of earthen heart and water soul
and flings itself into the sun’s bright fire.
Behold, a lily burning like a coal
unquenchable as human heart’s desire
for what? oh, say the word: for love,
for touch of sun, for kiss from God above.
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