One song one poem

Sunrise at Camas Prairie Centennial Park and Red Sky.

 Credit: Charles Knowles License: Flickr (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0).


It's Spring and with the rebirth of the earth, I find
great peace in this poem and in the song which I have shared at the end of this post.

Camas Lilies
by Lynn Ungar

Consider the lilies of the field,
the blue banks of camas opening
into acres of sky along the road.
Would the longing to lie down
and be washed by that beauty
abate if you knew their usefulness,
how the native ground their bulbs
for flour, how the settlers' hogs
uprooted them, grunting in gleeful
oblivion as the flowers fell?

And you—what of your rushed
and useful life? Imagine setting it all down—
papers, plans, appointments, everything—
leaving only a note: "Gone
to the fields to be lovely. Be back
when I'm through blooming."

Even now, unneeded and uneaten,
the camas lilies gaze out above the grass
from their tender blue eyes.
Even in sleep your life will shine.
Make no mistake. Of course
your work will always matter.
Yet Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.

Here is a link to a beautiful vocal 
rendition of a song called: "Consider The Lilies of the Field"