Just yesterday you were my dandi-lioness
Bright and sunshiny yellow…albeit slightly annoying -
cropping up when I least expected it
ruining my flawless world of endless green grass.
And then came the days
when you didn’t feel good about yourself
and you weren’t full of sunshine anymore but
dull and grey.
But I know a secret.
Because you scattered seeds of sunshine,
even in your “ugly” stage,
and now the seeds you spawned sprinkle my lawn
with happy faces, all changed by you.
You’ve grown into a woman now
and you are more like Queen Anne’s Lace;
British, exquisite and delicately beautiful.
True, you don’t have your own light anymore,
but instead your very lacyness provides the pattern
for His light to shine through and around you.
And it’s all about Him
and it’s less about you
and you still scatter seeds
only in a different field
in a different place
in a different way.
You may no longer be growing in my green groves
but in the cracks of cement sidewalks
where signs of life are far and few between.
But you are strong and fearless
even though you are called, “Weed!”
Not moved by “their” words
you reach toward heaven
etching the night sky with lacy patterns,
your beauty only recognizable
when Light filters through.
Let Light be.
Be in Light.