Some see weeds, I see wishes... A Lighthouse Poetry Entry (Form: Free Verse) |
| Dandelions I was taught that God is the creator, the faithful gardener who tends his plantings with care and love. And yet, each day I see, malignant growth across our neighborhoods, country, world, from the seeds of bitter fruit. I look to my own garden, ablaze in color in the sunshine. Here and there, I see a bright yellow dandelion peeking at me, existing without harm. Soon they open and wander the winds. God, through nature, has shown us a way. Let our caring spread on the winds of love. Where others see weeds... I see wishes. An entry for the June round of "The Lighthouse Poetry Contest" Requirements ▶︎ |