Suns on Earth
Dandelions shoot up from the ground
Like tiny suns bursting through
The soil. Scattered everywhere, they look
As if God took a little bit of his
Love and sprinkled it on my lawn.
How can humans turn such love
Into hatred? They made dandelions
Useless and to be picked from the soil.
But my God sprinkled his love there for
A reason. Why is it considered a weed?
I see it happen often. He puts only
Love into a child just so everyone
Can banish her from their kingdom.
She will always be welcome in His
Kingdom. Just like all the dandelions
My mom plucked from our yard in 1983.
Dandelions are such beautiful things.
They grow from the sun into a firework
And explode into tiny fragments of
God's love. All it needs is that
Little girl from 1983 to pluck it
From the root with her tiny, curious hands
And give it a breath of life.
"Dandelions are such useless things"
Says her mother, because her mother
Has never felt the magic of watching the
Tiny umbrellas dance in the air as they
Float to the ground. The little girl wants
To take her back in time. A time where
Dandelions are suns and love is real and
God is real and he loves her so he gave her
Suns on Earth.
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