Lilies,
white, line the walls,
representing
memory but
commemorating
hope, sign
of
what is to come. The whiteness
blares
trumpets, a symphony
of
brass. The horns join
the
stones in shouting, singing
a
new song, always transcending,
always
ascending.
Photograph by Karen Arnold via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
Wonderful poem! I love the Bible verse about how Jesus asks us to "consider the lily and how it grows." Your poems brings up aspects I had not "considered" - the growth of hope and levity. Thanks, Glynn.
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ReplyDeleteAmazing imagery evoked in this poem. Beautiful!
joyous
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