Pure Grace
"O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen. That I may flower to men."
- Leigh Hunt, Songs and Chorus of the Flowers
No bitterness would ever touch her grace
No hatred found a corner in her soul
She wore compassion’s light upon her face
She healed the hearts that life could not make whole
And gave her time to those the world forgot
Her kindness was her quietly lived goal
A lily blooming in a modest spot
So pure, so white, so easily unseen
Yet those she helped remember her a lot
Her soul was calm, her presence soft serene
A gentle flame that warmed and did not burn
Now vanished like a whisper in between
We mourn her loss, and to her light we turn
For in her love we’ve still so much to learn
05-08-2025
© Vic Evora
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