LILY OF THE VALLEY

Your quietude and beauty
so delicate and meek,
your veiled-head bowed in humble prayer
your perfume wafts so sweet.

You sought only to be all for Him
from the time of His conception,
with attitude of holy reverence
and all-beautiful perfection.

You grew in holiness and grace
until one day your soul,
cried out in longing, to the Father
for His will to soon unfold.

From the highest heaven came
The Word to dwell within,
your purest tabernacle
never touched by stain of sin.

With your voice so like a dove
you prayed and sang to Him,
the treasure that you cradled
was the Saviour of all men.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 27, 1994