As if constantly caught in a prayer
sprung from the very painful tears of Eve
white petals reach holy into the air
as if in purity it does believe
that it can bring a kind of loveliness,
a type of radiant flowering light,
as it flowers in a kind of eagerness
with a soft fragrance filling the night,
as if being a saintly vessel, it might.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-lily-novelinee/
