A Lily Among Thorns


A Lily Among Thorns

Thorns are natural and accursed.
They shoot forth from the earth
Without care or assistance.
They slither about and overtake.

Inflicting pain and torment and gorging
Upon the life scattered around them,
They care not whether they lie in sun
Or under the cloak of darkness.

It is here, among the ever-increasing
Threats of violence and doubt
That the planting of the Lily is
All the more precious and rare.

For the Lily is not natural,
And must be sown in order to grow.
She need not question why or how
But trust all to the Sower.

It is a great hardship to blossom
Amongst ravenous and prolific thorns.
But grow she does, with her heart
Pointed directly at the Sun.

She is carefully placed against the backdrop
Of sorrow, drudgery and gloom, yet,
Oddly protected by the very environment
Bent on her utter destruction.

What a breathtaking beauty to behold
When, at last, she awakens
To the Truth of who she really is
And her delicate bloom bursts forth.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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