Camas Lilies
a poem by Lynn Ungar


I am captured by this poem which I first encountered recently while on an extended retreat. As my soul was relaxing into true rest, it was open to receive the simplicity, beauty and truth of Lynn Ungar's art. It is publshed in a book of her meditations, Blessing the Bread.

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field of Camas lilies

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 natives 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 with 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.



Drawn to stillness?
Getaway with God
Still
a poem by Rilke
Spiritual refreshment

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