380. Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. ~Benjamin Franklin

Yet, the great ocean hath no tone of power mightier
to reach the soul, in thought’s hushed hour,
than yours, ye Lilies! chosen thus and graced!
~Mrs. Felicia D. Hemans

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Lilies, beautiful lilies, I adore them! And I feel sure they’ve written “mysterious truths” on many a hill and field since they’ve been cultivated for thousands and thousands of years. Lilies were the holy flower of the ancient Assyrians, and there’s an ancient legend that says the lily sprang up from the tears Eve shed as she left the Garden of Eden. It has also been written that the lily-of-the-valley grew up from the tears shed by Mary over the death of her son, Jesus, the Messiah. The word lily in French is lis and the fleur-de-lis may be a stylized representation of a lily. However there’s been much controversy and debate about whether the stylized flower is a lily or a wild yellow iris instead. Despite the disputes, at some point in the Middle Ages, the fleur-de-lis did in fact become a religious symbol associated with the lily. That may have stemmed from words in the Song of Solomon and other passages of scripture or literary works since Christ has often been depicted amid stylized lilies.

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My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear. ~Anne Lamott

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My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. ~Song of Songs 6:2 ✝

Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace!

21 thoughts on “380. Flowers are the alphabet of angels, whereby they write on the hills and fields mysterious truths. ~Benjamin Franklin

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  2. Your alluring lilies wrote another captivating story today dear Natalie ! They managed to decode the alphabet of the angels and helped me to commune with nature’s beauty once again ! Thank you ! Love ♥♥♥ and ((( hugs ))), Doda 🙂

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  3. I’ve always loved lilies—each time I’ve tried my hand at planting the stargazers and even the gifts of Easter lilies, an odd thing occurs.
    This oddity has happened at the two separate houses we’ve live in over the course of 30 years. I’d plant the Lilly, going back to check on it the following day–noticing that oddly, the Lilly seemed shorter, almost by half. The following day the entire plant would be gone–only a hole in the ground remained. This has also happened when I’ve attempted planting purple cone flowers—-the culprit, we suspect has been voracious moles—my mainstays which must not be very appetizing are my ever vigilant day lilies— Truly a mystery
    Thank you for sharing such beautiful flowers and for the mini history lesson—cookie

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    • Oh my, what nasty little bandits are the moles! That’s one critter I’ve never seen in these parts thank goodness. The lilies I planted are in a really deep pot and seem to do well there. I might also try the echinacea in a pot. I’m glad you enjoyed my mini-history lesson. I’m always fascinated by the role that flowers have played down through the ages. Hugs and love, Natalie 🙂

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