There’s a sign of great significance
Which Christ has made so dear
It signals coming wind’s soon
That lift you high and clear.

It’s the breath of God preparing
To blow a dainty weed
Again here comes the dandelion
He’s preparing for new seeds.

The flower not in bloom still
Just fuzzy softened spools
Waiting for The Father
To send breath from His room.

Excitement fills the field now
Yet a bit of saddened gloom
For leaving is so hard still
But Father knows it too.

Here He comes! He’s a ready!!
And soon a gentle rush…
One seed, two seed, now many
Fly high to a harvest lush.

December 24, 2015