Gospel

Matthew 6: 28-29

²⁸ And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

²⁹ And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

 

Lilies don’t work

Lilies have no fashion budget

Lilies still look better than kings

Lilies are smart

Be like the lilies.

 

Any other interpretation is rubbish.

Lilies

Following on from yesterday’s poem. An illustration that almost fit now has a poem of its own.

She walked through summer fields

Touching beauty with her fingertips

Seeing nothing for the sun was dark.

The scent of lilies filled the air

But her head was full of bitter blood

And the rancid smell of death beneath the sheets.

The wind blew and wrapped its words around her like a shroud

No more joy in all that lives and breathes

The blue and green and flower petal pink

For he was gone and lilies sunshine and the summer breeze

Were loveless as dull rain pounding on fresh-turned earth.