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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the spirit of Rumi - 45 - The Lily</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the gardens of the world<br>as the world and seasons turn, <br>in a thousand thousand gardens, <br>in a million fields and valleys, <br>the lilies grow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the lilies of the field – proud<br>yet modest in the grass, proud<br>that Jesus spoke of them; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">lilies of the valley – proud<br>yet modest as their scent<br>sings and calls, amongst all<br>the heady scents of nature, <br>the scent so close<br>to the wild cyclamen<br>in the hillside grass; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the regal lily, sharing with the rose<br>the Caliph’s and the Sultan’s gardens, <br>listening all their lives as lilies do<br>to the plashing fountain in the fragrant courtyard; <br>laughing quietly as the kohl-eyed beauties<br>round the Caliph in the evening garden<br>vie behind their silken veils<br>with perfumes mixed and strange..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">each day, one lily in the bed<br>reaches its perfection, glows, <br>exults in its day of unique status, <br>as every lily has its day..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What honour then, can God bestow<br>upon his creatures, so magnificent, <br>so thunderous in their praise of Him<br>for those with ears to hear? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His most precious gift, which even men<br>rarely earn with all a lifetime serving Him –<br>a glimpse of His perfection..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the regal lily, full of the humility<br>of the lily, Mary’s flower, <br>bows its slender neck<br>yields all its beauty, bowing low, <br>folds its curled petals, as Mary<br>submitting to the will of God; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460079" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and we, walking in the garden, <br>glance and say ‘Behold, <br>that lily which, but yesterday, was perfect, <br>is fading now already…’ and in our heart<br>passes, is discarded, the evening chill<br>of knowing ourselves to be that lily..<br>pride, humility, the gifted glimpse of God’s perfection, <br>barely acknowledged as they pass..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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