You all know the pure white, trumpet shaped, sweet smelling flower that we call Easter Lily. In literature, poetry, and mythology, there are stories after stories about the beauty of this elegant white flower. I found this poem by Louise Lewin Matthews, that I would like to share with you:
Easter morn with lilies fair
Fills the church with perfumes rare,
As their clouds of incense rise,
Sweetest offerings to the skies.
Stately lilies pure and white
Flooding darkness with their light,
Bloom and sorrow drifts away,
On this holy hallow’d day.
Easter Lilies bending low
in the golden afterglow,
Bear a message from the sod
To the heavenly towers of God.
-Louise Lewin Matthews
Happy Easter!
