May 18, 2018
Ah. Such joy! Strewn across the sanctuary!
White lilies, blaring their trumpets in
a brilliant white chorus; continuing
for days and then into weeks.
Now their nodding drooping heads are
covered with quantities of bright yellow
pollen. And having spent their beauty
And mingled their fragrance with the
sacred incense, they were sent forth.
Dismissed, to line the walkway up to
the church – an honour guard of
curious sentries – with strong stems and
robust green leaves raised high.
One by one they depart, in the arms
Of the faithful, perhaps to be planted
In a garden amidst later blooming
companions who, upon seeing such
Stalwart witnesses will rise up and finish
the Paschal Tide…in like form.
Written by Hannah De Lisser