Poems 71 A Sheep’s Tale In deep lonely valleys, among the desert thorns the brilliant lilies flourish. Our Shepherd delights in their selfless love and trusting adoration. Uncomplaining they transform the wilderness, praising their Lord with fragrant incense and bright faces. Encouraged and strengthened He clothed His garden with royal robes— Some with scarlet and purple, Others are graced in purest white mirrors of His own light. In such glory earthly lilies dwell. Another, immortal, He takes as His bride, clothed in blood crimson, gowned with His light. Blessed messengers, lifting gleaming trumpets, they joyously herald Life’s return to a cold dark world. Maranatha. Alleluia.