Monday, March 1, 2010

Evening Dandelion


Sitting there barely noticeable until it is gone.

And all that's left are a few clinging seeds.

And someone crying. Because the pain is intense.


But she knows that out of this good can come.

And that is what she clings to.

Through the wind.

Because though it may bend her almost to the ground it will never break her.

The promise and the comforter who brings it is worthy to be trusted.

1 comment:

Sarah Ann said...

I love your blog - very cool! That's awesome that you're from New Zealand! And I love those pictures!!

Sarah Ann