Siroi

siroi lilies on the hillside.
Christ the only Star in the night sky;
how shall I go from this beatitude

night being night and the Star the only one;
the Lily rare.
and the hill the only hill;

they say the siroi lily can thrive on
no other hill.
no other Lily could Calvary abide;

the Bride in mourning
hiding her face.
and then in the morning,

grace-
and all hills are His.

mary angela douglas 31 january 2016