"Resurrection lilies," he called them,
and I caught the gleam in his eye.
Not one to sermonize, just knowing
the God of hill, field, and sky,
misunderstood by some, his was not
a religion one might see, nor soaked
in steepled theology, yet
let the stars come out, casting
their faces in padded pond,
then, "I don't know how anyone
can say there is no God." So on
this special day, our Easter of Hope,
though we might look for lilies,
may we find The Resurrection and The Life.

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