a cry,from the Lilly bed,,

                                                  A cry, from the Lilly Bed,  

It seems as tho the Lilly beds, been silent, far to long,  

Without the sounds of laughter,and the chorus, of Love songs,   

The once still peaceful waters,have been troubled, here of late,  

For from the bank’s, blow woeful winds,proclaiming unsure fates,

The Lillie’s petals have withdrawn, to hide amidst, the greenery,   

Their beauty fails to be displayed,to grace the garden, scenery,

When Beloved enters there to feed,and behold, their loveliness,

He finds His garden in disarray, the Lillie’s, in distress,

Then He begins to calm them, and bring them back, in to His rest,

Speaks ‘Wind’s be still,you can not curse,those whom I have blessed’,

Slowly petal’s will unfurl, drawn, towards His Light,

To dance amidst reflection’s, on the pond,til morning light,

Softly at first their voice’s rise, and blend, in harmony,

To sing for the Beloved, a joyful,’ Son Light Rhapsody’.

                                                                                                                  c.d.m.8/8/09

Song of Solomon 6 vs.3

I am my Beloved’s,and my Beloved is mine: He feedeth among the lilies.