The mouth of the unjust speak through me
And his language shall become clear
Pray for those who suffer temptation
Since he, with striving, shall wear a crown of thorns
Speak through the frozen cuticle
Live, oh live, the skin deep bonds
How lovely, this moon, broken and mangled
How kind, this rose, bleed deep your tears
How serene, this long empty, breathe-breathe
Oh sweet pure Lilium-Have mercy on this soul
Oh Lilium, thy fires divine, greet me
Oh Lilium, sweet, sweet Lilium-Pollinate me home
Troy Clark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thy-lilium/
