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  • By Adam Sedia

The Gift of Lilies

If angels plucked up blossoms

In endless, light-drowned skies,

With curved sextuple petals

Glowing radiant white,

Pearlescent in noon’s light,

They shine before my eyes.

You give them, at once token

And essence of your love –

Love bursting forth in flower,

Unstained by guilt or guile

Or vain, self-seeking wile,

A glimpse of spheres above.

With boundless joy I take them,

But gnawed by pangs within;

That I – vain, guileful, guilty –

Should have them and your kiss,

And feel such perfect bliss

Pierce through the scars of sin.

Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Classical Poet's Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.


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