Thursday, July 20, 2006

Life

Consider the lilies of the field,
how they grow;
They toil not,
neither do they spin;
And yet I say unto you,
that even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.

This poem has always fascinated me. The lilies didn’t work (toil). Neither did they spin which is really the modern slang term of spin like, man, getting in a tizzy. The lilies of the field weren’t mobile. Wherever they landed, whether the land be fallow or abundant in nutrients and sun, that was to be the individual Lilly’s lot in life. If The Second Lady would look after the lilies swaying to the beat of the four winds, never breaking due to their resilience and may I dare say pissed on by the occasional cow, would she do any less for you or me?????

1 comment:

Vanathi said...

Good Poem Alex...