The Lilies of Gethsemane

Poem by Linda Imbler

And there they were on Easter morn
at the peep of day.
Their petals unfolding,
as they had days before,
when they stood as a herald
from inside the sacred garden
where the final warnings were prelected.
Ivory costumed messengers of hope,
once again on the ground of the garden,
like they had also appeared 
when they sprung up 
below the Teacher’s crow’s nest.
Ambassadors of hope,
grown to remember
that much will bloom 
in the springtime of our lives, 
to bring renewal to all things,
including those things  
we thought forever lost.

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Linda Imbler is the author of five paperback poetry collections and four e-book collections (Soma Publishing.) Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com