Religious and spiritual poem by Peter Menkin. Originally posted on The Atlantic Monthly Writers Workshop (now defunct)in 2001, Chinese Poet Fei Mount asked this of aspiring poet Peter Menkin: Peter, The lilies! I can not fathom what they meant to you, but together with blood and body, they seem to be mean something. Thanks for your poem. Fei He did this April 13, 2001. Peter Menkin replied the same day: Fei The lilies! It is their color, and their placement. That they are flowers, temporary, yet promising another life that is the end of time. They are a delicate flower, like folded hands. People like them, and they adorn as a field of beauty, in a strength. Is this a cultural situation, a make-believe, a participation, a temporary of this world Springtime message? I say, remembrance, as memorial or gift as in giving. Other flowers will do. Constructs others will do. Lilies, I suppose, are what are there to see. I wonder who brings them in and places them there. You are kind to notice these things, like the lilies. I appreciate your aesthetic consideration. Thank you for taking the time to read my Easter efforts. Peter