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Once, I found a lily
I wondered where it came from
I was wandering the house that quiet afternoon
When I had found the lily
Odd, why would there be a lily in the hallway?
I do remember someone telling me that it was the favorite flower of someone beloved
She told me it was the favorite flower of her mother
She said it was the flower that she had grown in her garden
Perhaps, her mother's protective and caring force extends beyond her daughters
Odd, it seems I have only encountered presence now
Oh, well, she is no malicious spirit, so she can stay, until satisfied
I know she waiting for something
It's of her own free will that she doesn't cross over
I say, let her stay, her life was not finished
As she lingers. I welcome this entity called, Mommy
Hello, Mrs. Rabbitwright, there you are
And I thank you for the lily
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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