Thanks All. It is nice for once to be the pen rather than the eye, the writer rather than the reader. Blessings into eternity...perfection awaits, with ease.

Oops, sorry, Ekene, I didn't mean to leave you out...but you are not left out, but are completely in, inside, the folded arms of God. And these are the arms which reach not only around, but in, inside, where the lilies grow. And I pour upon your lilies fertilizer, don't worry, natural fertilizer, heavenly fertilizer, of a spiritual nature, that to make these liles grow like Jack's beanstalk, high into the sky, and the dew from these lilies falls back to the ground, nourishing yet more growths.
This lily grows up through the center of a tower, maybe like the tower of Babel-don't worry, this will end right. See, maybe this tower was built with some good intents here and there, to get a glimpse into the heavens above, who knows. But there was something amiss with it, who knows what for now, and it did not experience a complete building.
But your lily grows through the center of this tower, and overpowers whatever there may have been of less than good intents for this tower. And then your lily keeps whatever good intents there might have been in the undertaking of this tower. So your lily retains its beauty while retaining also the strength of a blessed tower. See, your lily grows with strength upon strength, beauty upon beauty. And now your tower has the innocence of babies, see, I got that from switching a few letters around in Babel, cute, huh?
And babies know nothing of bad intents.
See that the softness of the lily overpowered something which seemed stronger, even perhaps bricks of some sort. Like good weeds which come up through the cracks of the sidewalk. (All weeds are good, or can be made into something that is good, which is to say that our weaknesses are made into strengths.)
So God bless our weeds, our weeds turn to flowers, our flowers turn to the sun, and receive its warmth. Bye, my lily.