Spheres on stilts perforate the lawn, these dandelions propped feasting planets for sun-grazed feathers.
I watch from window, goldfinches flashing gold about the whitened old globes.
And He who choreographs these explosions, soft and soundless, winds time, just until the end, to transform a weed universe, bitter and unwanted orbs, into a galaxy of seeds. Nourishment. A banquet.
Fuel for the soaring ones.
Lord, cause me to trust You. To transform the weeds in my life into seeds for my soul, fuel to soar Home.
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Video of goldfinch eating dandelion seeds
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