Spring is in the air!
Even through Michigan snowflakes the daylight is longer and the buds are bursting forth.
April is National Poetry month and I’d like to share one of mine with you.
The Dandelion Prayer
Dear Lord, let me be as a dandelion in your service:
Redeemed by your blood from weedy origins,
Small, yet bright, face always to the Son,
Despised by the world, yet, bouquet of choice to child and pocket-poor.
Not requiring notice of royal tables,
Blooming without invitation, spreading without borders.
Eager, quick, the first to herald winter’s defeat and promises of the comfort of spring.
Always dependent on your living water, wilting instantly without its constant flow.
Steadfast, straight, tall, unwavering in your Truth.
Grabbing ground with fragile root in slightest cracks of unbelief.
Stubbornly refusing that one should miss the freedom of your grace.
Enduring reproach, resistant to attack,
Humbly opening and closing, daily showing forth your golden goodness
until with one last unfolding of splendid sphere of white,
Your final wind scatters the seeds of your love through my life.
Then silence, moments of breathless calm,
Awake to life anew and strong.