A Glimpse of Starlight

A quick note: I’m pushing this week’s Fireside Fridays to tomorrow and posting today’s poem (day 3) later this afternoon, because it has to do with today (hint: Holy Week). Here’s yesterday’s: 

April 2nd, 2015 ~ Dandelions

dandelions are

insidious, vicious monsters,

destroying true beauty,

pesky stains upon the perfection

of a manicured garden

 

dandelions are

golden faces reflection the sun,

beaming upon the world above,

dabs of dazzling color

from the Artist’s palette

 

trials are

insidious, vicious monsters,

destroying true joy,

pesky stains upon the perfection

of tightly-grasped plans

 

trials are

golden faces reflecting the Son,

beaming down from above,

rays of refining fire

from the Goldsmith’s furnace

 

 

dandelions are

worn, withered fragments

of a once glorious youth,

nothing now but a painful reminder

of the vibrance that once was

 

dandelions are

shimmering lace stars

of spring-time snow,

the sunlit culmination

of a life lived to the fullest

 

gray hairs are

worn, withered fragments

of a once glorious youth,

nothing now but a painful reminder

of the vigor that once was

 

gray hairs are

shimmering silver halos

of newly-christened angels,

the triumphant culmination

of a life lived to its fullest