Dandelion
Sacred seed drifts forth
Lodging deep in stony heart
Life blooms recklessly
Out near Osawatomie Kansas, we found an abandon bridge. The old 1st Street bridge had been closed to
traffic for years. The old wood planks
on the bridge floor were barely safe for foot travel. I climbed down the embankment to the bank of
the Marais des Cygnes River. Underneath the bridge there was an interesting sight; a dandelion seed had
found its way between two rocks in the foundation. There, somehow, it found soil and water
enough to live and bloom.
Life emerges in unsuspecting places. Perhaps it is reckless, or indiscriminate;
but life emerges where we least expect it.
The little flower was a parable of hope.
Hope that between the rock and hard place, we can still grow. Trials we will have with us always, the art
of life is to grow where ever we are planted.
Jesus told a parable about a farmer who it seemingly indiscriminately
sowed seed. Some landed and was eaten by
birds, some landed in the thorns and was choked out, some landed among the
rocks and did not last, and some landed on good soil and grew and produced
seed. Perhaps this little dandelion
reminded me, the good soil, is wherever life is permitted to flourish. The seed, perhaps we can call it Hope, will
bloom where ever the soil permits. That
seed can find a fissure in nearly any environment and there, if permitted, it
will grow.
