CONSIDERING THE LILIES

Pearl Strachan Hurd

Give me new garments
To clothe inspiration.
Let not my speech air
Thin, worn-out beliefs:
The shrunken, the threadbare,
The faded old things
I put up with before.

Reveal now my station,
Which ancient of kings
Failed to explore.
There's no worn-out loving,
No frayed end of living,
No misfit in proving,
No shrinkage in giving.

Not Solomon's glory
Could match the flower.
And fresh is the story,
As fresh as forever,
Of holy power.

Pearl Strachan Hurd

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