DAFFODIL

Easter Lily, named by those whose blooms we love,
Golden yellow, surging wild in wood or field,
They open fresh  perfumed petals to yield
To sunlight, shining down from high above.
We wait for the sign of the peaceful dove
To save us from Noah’s  flood when soul is healed,
And our covenant with God is truly sealed,
Mad  demon ego receives his killing shove. Continue reading →