I was a dandelion puff…
Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence.
Others saw the potential of what I could do for them,
so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs.
They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots,
changing me to suit them.
Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.
Lucy:“They serve the purpose of changing hydrogen into breathable oxygen,and they’re as necessary here as the air is, on Earth.”
Ray:“But I still say……they’re flowers.”
Lucy:“If you like.”
Ray:“Do you sell them?”
Lucy:“I’m afraid not.”
Ray:“But, maybe we can make a deal.”
Lucy:“What do you mean?”
Ray:“Oh, you see, you won’t have to send them anywhere. I’ll pay for them, and then, I’ll leave them here, for you.”
There was a wall.
It did not look important.
It was built of uncut rocks roughly mortared.
An adult could look right over it,
and even a child could climb it.
Where it crossed the roadway,
instead of having a gate it degenerated
into mere geometry,
a line, an idea of boundary.
But the idea was real.
It was important.
For seven generations there had been nothing in the world more important than that wall.
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced.
What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
November 2016 – Zaanse Schans, the Netherlands.
“Your mercies are new;
Your mercies are new;
New every morning…”
The sand in the hourglass runs from one compartment to the other, marking the passage of moments with something constant and tangible.
If you watch the flowing sand, you might see time itself riding the granules.
Contrary to popular opinion, time is not an old white-haired man, but a laughing child.
And time sings.
May 2018 – Sabah, Malaysia.
Another round of self battle left me with the swollen eyes and pounding head.
Indeed, the words came beforehand so that my heart could sustained ….
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Who can accept us wholeheartedly?! – only Jesus does.