Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Lily Of The Vale

This rose
The Rose of Sharon
A meadow saffron of white and violet
Beholden in my hands

I will sip His crimson dew
That confers me life eternal
And for those humble souls that seek Him
Shall find verve shadowed forth therein

This rose
This lily of the vale has withered
Buried and sown
Has risen like seed from the earth

Sons of Adam and daughters of Eve
Of salvation clothe themselves
With chaplets of flowers and crowns
Scented with a golden citron of eternity

Some have sipped this crimson dew
And hearkened to this Passion Flower
Fairer more than all flowers of all fields
And any may come and partake

Copyright Wandering Satellite Publishing 2013

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