Lilies of the Field

    “Lilies of the Field,” New Era, Sept. 1998, 26

    Lilies of the Field

    “And yet I say unto you that even

    Solomon in all his glory was not

    arrayed like one of these” (Matt. 6:29).

    I pull on the cool, satiny air,

    flexing my fingers into each sheath

    and wrap around my waist

    the rustling folds of a soft breeze.

    I tie aroma like a scarf about my neck

    and stroke its silken fringe,

    pin up the loose strands of my hair

    with silver darkness,

    fasten a cloak of cricket song over my shoulders,

    and thread dewy blades of grass around each ankle.

    Then I descend a cloudy staircase,

    turn the doorknob of the moon,

    and step out into the night in this,

    my favorite evening gown.