Poem of the Day: ‘Lilies of the Field’

Lilies of the Field

You were born to die.
Everyone you meet
will leave you.
Everything you own
you will lose.
None of this resonates
with you, as loudly
as the lilies of the field
who has no gold but
that of the sun, no silver
but that of the moon,
who rise and fall naked
in the wedge of the wind,
who is of this world,
but bows not to it.

© Wallace Fong, March 2021

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