Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Garden of Delight

The garden of delight
Oh how a soul would be magnified in power
Small, fragile, demure and light
Such was the story of the little flower

What unmistakable light of purity for one to bear
A soil fragranced with the odour of holiness
Eight white lilies sprung up from nowhere
Where Hermits dwell in the midst of blessedness

What lesser flowers which simplicity shines
Divine sun illuminates each ones
All things work together for good that binds
To be content as daisies or violets with no more wants

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