The Lilies of the Field

Through the forest of the untainted eye
and under the willow that hides the self
I paddled through the waterlillies there
and thanked god for my health.

The bounty of the cyclops vision
is that it is not blind to anything
it sees both out and through within
and to the table its understanding it brings.

And how do they neither spin nor toil
in nature's perfection alone
that makes them need for only thier soil
lillies can make a home.

What brings this man out to this field,
when he's not busy making his war?
Within himself and what he feels
are the rest things he does like a whore.

He sits upon a throne of thorns
and a bramble crown atop his head
So evening sets and he remembers scorn
and knows without lillies, he'd be dead.

I cross into the great unknown
as I dream with infinate bounds
I smell the lillies, this is truly home
as I hear the godly winds sound.

I am by no means Solemon
and by no means a king of old
nor am I the holy one
who truly can be so bold-

to say behold the lillies of the field
and the birds, how they neither toil nor spin
they let alone the loving sounds and drop thier shields
to let the true heart speak within.

I hear you call on winter nights
as the snow blows across the ground
I know you're there and that you love me too
you're the best thing for me, I've found.

God bless the winter nights and too
god bless the lillies, the heart of you.