TWO FLOWERS

In Nazareth a Lily born,
     Our long-awaited Eve;
A seed from Resurrection morn
     Blown back on Spirit’s breeze

That Lily blossoms sapphire blue
     In Eden’s valley still.
A Lily hid from Satan’s view
     Will soon grow on a hill.

Then in the springtime to her bower,
     An angel comes from God
With message to this fragrant flower;
     All wait a Virgin’s nod.

As Lord’s Handmaid our Lily bows
     And Spirit consummates.
With Father’s Son to her endows;
     She now will share His fate.

From manger to His Calvary
     She mothers God’s own Son.
High on that hill with Him is she;
     He gives her there to John.

On Valley’s lily spills raindrops
    Of red from Sharon’s Rose.
Together these two flowers stop
     That sin our First Eve chose.

Now Second Eve and Adam rise
     Anew on Easter morn.
Our Lily and her Rose surprise
     Us all; we’re flowers born.

The Birth of Mary
September 8th