LILY OF THE VALLEY

Sweet lily of the valley
your essence drifting on the breeze,
so little, meek and humble
growing in the shade of mighty trees.

Mother Mary too a lily
whose essence wafts divine,
purest, fairest ever virgin
gift of the Father for all time.

Her gentle head bowed ever low
in deep unceasing prayer,
to intercede for all her children
that Jesus put into her care.

She cries now for their lack of love
the rejection of her Son,
who gave His life for one and all
His Sacrifice Salvation won.

She’s calling us from heaven
if we don’t soon take heed,
she’ll give in to our desires
as on earthly things we feed.

Her arm that held God’s hand aloft
from bringing down His wrath,
soon to vent His anger on the sinners
who’ve strayed far from His path.

Before this fated time arrives
all those with ears to hear,
listen to our Mother’s voice
for That Day is drawing near.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 12, 2007