That was when I noticed a series of dainty little heads
demurely drooping, as though reluctant and shy at making a public appearance—at last.
I’d forgotten about the Convallaria Majalis that
grows in a strip of sandy soil between the south side of our deck and the
concrete patio. The plant’s ivory bells tolled a silent tune that winter was
truly over, not just on the calendar, but also in reality.Courtesy: WikiPedia |
There I was reminded that Kate Middleton—now the Duchess of Cambridge—had a bridal bouquet of lily of the valley. The plant’s charming perfume has been considered an attractant for some—ahem—important male biological function or other. It is also highly poisonous, although several medications have been developed using trace amounts of certain chemicals extracted from it.
The term ‘lily of the valley’ is found in some versions of
the Bible, in the Old Testament book called Song of Songs (or Song of Solomon).
However, it’s believed to not be the same plant we use the term for nowadays.
In the context of that love poem the Beloved describes herself as flowers that
grow naturally in the valleys. “I am the rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys”
(Song 2:1).
Various Christian preachers, poets and hymn-writers have
turned that around, applying these terms as prophetic epithets of our Lord
Jesus Christ, who is the true Lover of our souls. And I’m OK with that. I love
these terms; they’re dear to me, and that’s because all that Jesus Christ is
and means to me is precious and winsome. The fragrance of His person brings out
the best of what we can be as God’s gracious Spirit works in our lives.
Perhaps you’ve enthusiastically sung your heart out, belting
out the old gospel standard, The Lily of
the Valley. Or, maybe you’ve set your toes tapping to a country gospel
artist or group’s rendition of it.
Charles W. Fry (1837-1882) wrote the words, and it is sung
to an American folk tune attributed to William S. Hayes. The song is found in
numerous hymnals. Here are the first verse and chorus:
I have found a friend in Jesus,
He’s ev’rything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten
thousand to my soul; The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay
He tells me ev’ry care on Him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.*
Interesting
for me was that in the instant my eyes alighted on those springtime joys I
caught their delightful perfume. Had I been a moment later in seeing them, I
would have smelled their distinctive fragrance, anyway. Some people have testified to catching the fragrance of Jesus' presence.
Although our lily of the valley
plants are still in bloom their petals will soon fade and fall. May their
inspiration live on in songs of love to our Lord Jesus, The Lily of the
Valley!
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*Public
Domain.
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Peter
A. Black is a freelance writer in Southwestern Ontario, and is author of
“Parables from the Pond” – a children's / family book (mildly educational,
inspirational in orientation, character reinforcing). Finalist – Word Alive
Press. ISBN: 1897373-21-X. The book has found a place in various settings with
a readership ranging from kids to senior adults.
His inspirational column, P-Pep!
appears weekly in The
Guide-Advocate (of Southwestern Ontario). His articles have
appeared in 50 Plus Contact
and testimony, and
several newspapers in Ontario. Peter’s current book project comprises a
collection of 52 column articles, interspersed at points with brief
inspirational statements of encouragement.A collection of his articles are planned for publication later this year.
Raise Your Gaze
Family and Faith Matters
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5 comments:
love the way you tied these little flowers into your post
Thanks Tracy.
The day after I wrote bout this, we returned home to find a lovely posy comprised of lily of the valley and forget-me-nots waiting on the porch deck.
A neighbour had an abundance of both in her garden (way more than we have), and was cutting them back.
We placed them in a vase on a divider as you come into the house, and the fragrance blessed us for a week. ~~+~~
A refreshing post. You may remember why I get excited at the mention of "lily" - it's the meaning of my name. I had fresh calla lilies in my bouquet but my husband has an artificial one in his boutonnière so it's a special keepsake.
Yes, I do remember, Susan.
And yes, that boutonnière will certainly be a special keepsake for you.
I thought I'd drop the "Lily" name on my niece Susan when May and I visited her last month. She laughed, since she knew already.
(She's going through chemotherapy treatments at present, so we hope to get through to visit again in a week or so.)
Thanks "Lily"! :)
Tiny lily of the valley betrays its powerful smell, not one I can have in my home, but one I can appreciate for its delicate flowers in the wild outdoors. Thanks for your post, Peter.
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