The Peony

Kissed of the sun and damp with dew

Gauzy robes and lustrous hue

I met her...

Her blushing laughing gauzy face 

Toward heaven’s dawn drew mine apace

Breathed glory 

Glory glory a happy fragrant song.

And they danced, the exuberant throng,

In worship,

With Her sisters bent in the breeze together.

So gracious yet fleeting; while we forever

Blessed bend

In reverence and sing before a worthy Master

Who clothes us both, our heavenly Father

And Creator.

While she blooms bright and fades in time

We, in His luminous robes, kiss the Son sublime;

Bloom brighter

And look to a fuller light - His everlasting day.

~EKL