The Dandelion
Summer's gone
the dandelion has faded
its petals are dried and fragile.
A weed, good for nothing
they say,
but what do they know?
For in that fragile skeleton
abides abundant life.
The Lord, God sends the wind
sometimes a gentle breeze
that nudges a few seeded petals
from their security...
Sometimes the winds of adversity
that whirl and swirl
stripping the dandelion
sending out seed
on the breath of God.
He carries them on the wind.
What seems to be random
is very deliberate
for He alone knows
where to carry the seeds
to fertile ground.
Your life, like the dandelion
has been more productive
than you know,
for the seeds you've scattered
have taken root
and grown in the hearts
of those you've touched.
Though our time
seems fleeting
and sometime
purposeless...
Though we've too quickly
lost our bloom
don't dispair
for we have planted seeds
that will be watered
by the Lord
and nourished long after we're gone.
Proudly stands the dandelion
for she knows
that she has been used by God
to spread His love
around the world.
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