Saturday, April 24, 2010

Dandelion

Have you considered the dandelion? 
Other than "get that THING outta my yard!"
We mow it, we spray it, we dig it, some eat it,
We may even cuss it
But still it insists on lifting it's beaming face,
Indefatigable!

With it's heart-melting power,
It's the child's favorite flower 
for giving handfuls of love
to mothers, to grammas,
to ladies at church.
And guess what I read in the news?
(It was on MSN...it must be true)
There in the top ten superfoods,
the cleansing, nourishing dandelion!


And those beautiful, fluffy orbs
of tasty, vigorous seeds
beckon to vivid goldfinches
A heavenly feast indeed!

But never mind..........!
I must send these beauties
to a waterless grave,
So they never again
see the light of day!
And armed with the latest
in dandy defense,
I answer the challenge
and at last I'm rewarded
with a lovely green lawn,
Sans dandelions.

Then the wind dares to blow   
from the neighboring lawn
scattering seeds,
hundreds of seeds,  
thousands of seeds,
ready to start all over again,
doing what they do best,
growing and blooming and seeding
and celebrating life.
Hmmmmmmm...........
They remind me of the love of God
Always giving, never partial
Always enduring, always present.
It can be scorned, rejected, and taken for granted,
but it never changes, never fails, always loves.
So dig up the dandelions if that makes you happy,
But whenever you see one, let it remind you
of how very much God loves you!

PS(After all dandelions have their place---no one wants them to take over!!
But I want God in all my life, not just in His "proper place"---in church on
Sunday morning!!)

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Beauty

Why beauty in nature?
Why does it persist?
Science has no need of it,
Human eye may never see it,
Time will soon remove it.
And yet.....

The delicate woodland flower,
sculpted petals of flawless white,
rises briefly from her forest bed.



Forsythia's golden bells
reach for a bright blue sky;
sky that's colored orange and red
purple, pink and navy
when the sun goes off to bed
and waves goodby with beauty's brush.

The cheerful tribe of daffodils,
in shades of yellow, orange, and white;
perfect petals, six in all
adorned with beauty's crown.







Trees filled with bridal veils,
pink rivers made of weeds,





Dainty violets all aglow,
plum tree blossoms white as snow,


muted choirs of bonny bluebells,
spritely purple violets,

candy striped spring beauties,
layered rocks and bubbling streams,

Beauty's mark is everywhere!!
What of it? Why?
She reveals a Maker's hand
who plans with care each small detail;
He generously, attentively,
cheerfully, faithfully,
lovingly, perfectly,
clothed all these.
Will He not also
clothe thee?