Is it still
Such an obscenity
To declare that I’m
Going where the wind
May take me?
Isn’t it how it goes for the seed?
Let’s take the flight of the dandelion-
How it glides for miles
Over aisles of perfectly plump land
Until it descends
Into position.
Dandelions drift upon the wind
Happily waiting their place
In darkness,
Though only for a time, confined.
Then they shoot forth toward the divine,
Bursting into new heights.
So, is it safe to say
These tiny floatings
In the aerial highway
Are not haphazard at all,
But rather, a beckoning to God’s call?
And that maybe, the seed knows fullest
Their proper purpose
When they’re unhinged from the ball
And launched upon an awaiting surface?
If the flower knows well
To close at night or a cold spell
But open to light and for pollinators, swell,
Then surely I, yes even I,
Can learn patience until I’m compelled.
If it’s the wind that will take me,
Lord, help me to be
As dandy
As a lion.
Move your servant
On the winds closer to Zion.
”And regarding the angels He says, “He makes His angels winds, and His servants a flame of fire.”
Hebrews 1:7 TLV
”For surely He is not concerned about angels, but about the seed of Abraham.“
Hebrews 2:16 TLV
Thank you