lilies
are beginning to open
their funnels of light
along the fields’ frays
and edges
of our unraveling
miles;
are beginning
to pour out
their loveliness
onto the thirst
of summer--
swaying
their congregations’
bright hues of song
and wonderment
where they grow
in the rich possibilities
of their perfection--
becoming for a time
a sanctifying
disarray
in the worn hands
of God
gathering
a bit of earth
into
the infinity
of heaven.
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