The Lily

<p>Down a narrow path<br/>Where amber sunlight spills<br/>Into a meadow fare Sheltered by the hills<br/>A sea of golden rings billowing like waves<br/>Bow before a bloom as if a sacred place<br/>Leaves perfectly made as if carved from jade<br/>Frame its petals from below<br/>There impurest vines reflect I&#39;m the light<br/>A lily of the valley grows</p><p>Down a narrow path<br/>Where pain and sorrow spill<br/>Stabbed once oh fair</p><p>His wounds were striped as reeds<br/>And in so<br/>And mocked this blameless bloom<br/>In this cursed pain<br/>One perfectly made<br/>Pierced by nail and blade<br/>Riving as the crimson color flows<br/>Buried in the night<br/>But with mornings light<br/>The lily of the valley rose</p>