DAFFODIL

Easter Lily, named by those whose blooms we love,
Golden yellow, surging wild in wood or field,
They open their perfumed petals to yield
To sunlight, shining down from high above.

We wait for the sign of the peaceful dove
To save us from the flood when soul is healed,
And our covenant with God is truly sealed,
And demon ego receives its killing shove.

Emblem of all that's good in Christ's Teaching,
The Easter Lily shines as a floral light,
The Christian way of Truth is ever reaching
The hearts of those who for redemption fight.
This flower of Beauty feeds the yearning soul,
Of those who crave salvation, and be made whole.