The Birth Of An Idea

 Breath Of Heaven

Standing by the banks of Easter lilies

I swallow great draughts of heaven.

I long to linger,

to live there ever,

the Hallelujah Chorus.

My home, the lilies perfume my daily breath.

But the road wind on away from here,

back amid traffic and quarrels.

Love has chores,

a word to transform before

unwithering lilies welcome me home.