There is a hill upon which I gaze
with streaming eyes.
There is a tomb that rings
of empty,
and a heaven filled with
the presence of the Most Holy.
I am so blessed.
In early morn the pure white lilies
turn to the east in elegant beauty.
It is written that even the
halls of the richest and
most powerful kings
are not blessed with as much
beauty as this simple white flower.
I embrace this season in thanksgiving,
and I lean on God's promises for
day-to-day inspiration.
I hold my children close to my heart,
as I was held before them.
I taught them as I was taught.
I am truly touched with grace.