Lilies
by Aren Saraydarian ’26
I see the sun arising high,
A cloud not known in all the sky.
Awaiting me a journey lies,
A journey through this land of light.
Afar I walk all through the land,
The grass and flow’rs beneath my hand.
A song of joy runs through my veins,
Again it plays throughout the day.
A stream there is which ever flows,
With peace it cleanses all my woes.
Its waves make glad my somber soul,
And on its shores my heart will dance.
So on I race through endless field,
By all its room my soul is healed.
The hills bow down, the seas will rage,
Each passing dove replies my song.
At last I’m free like birds to soar,
I toil not a single chore.
The sun so brightly shines its rays,
I feel at home, at last I’m free.
But here I wait in deepened grief,
My life usurped by Death the thief.
Oh here I lie to dream of love,
While here I lie cold, dark, and dead.