Patiently the lily waited, soaking in the light, storing it in her liquid cells.
Hers, she had been told, would be the honor of acting as June’s parting gift.
She held her petals in place even as her swelling bud pressed toward the day.
Finally, as the sun rose through a luscious pink and lavender sky, June came to her and whispered, “Now, child. This is the day.” And with utmost grace the lily opened and began her ballet, dancing as the music of morning sang June’s Anthem of Farewell.
“May all your days be golden. May your hours be kissed with joy. And although there be storms and darkness, may your heart forever glow with the love of the shining endless sun.”
“And so may it be,” sang the lily. “So may it be, and Amen.”