At last a new poem! The Good Samaritan is in here somewhere, and as for the lilies, I like lilies. I like the sound of the word and it just seems to work. That’s the image that started the poem coming. Also as ever, the ‘me’ in the poem is me and also humanity in relation to Christ.

Where Lilies Lie

Ah! Lead me, Lord, where lilies lie

Like damask-dawn light dimly echoing

The ecstasy of Your eternal and deifying day,

Like bridal lace chasing the uncharted borders

Between time’s changing chance and true being’s boundless becoming,

Breaking the charm of the merely charnel

That immortality might at last drown death in real life!

I ask this now sincerely, Sir,

And yet I know my feet will falter,

In fact, are faltering now,

Though from my fallen state I call for aid

And seek some salve which I alone can never buy,

Because the road has robbed my purse of all its coin.

Yet You have trod these weary ways before

And know the lilies and what lies beyond.

Oh, come and find me, bind my wounds,

And let me walk, Your blessed and broken hand in mine,

To where lives the deepest of delight

As my hurts are made holy things

For Paradise to ponder and to praise.

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