A host of yellow lilies, growing there,
Shone out so eagerly and spoke to me
Of selflessness in such bright purity
And freshness, that I greatly longed to share
Their dear simplicity of beauty fair;
I wished I might become a letting-be
Of God, like them, a glad transparency
For all God is. Desire like this is prayer.
To-day the answer came, by angels brought:
Dear one, you need not ask, you understand;
The Mind that made their selflessness, that thought
The loveliness of flowers—that Mind has planned
The loveliness, the selflessness, of you;
You shine God-made and fair, as lilies do!
