Dichotomy of Nature

 

The Dandelion

The squawking of the Canadian geese brought me to pull the curtain,

As I peered out, they were swimming gracefully, that was for certain,

A few ducks too had joined them on the water this particular morning,

But my attention soon turned to something else, completely without warning,

I fixated on a single stem perched in the foreground of my view,

In the brown grass of early spring, the silhouette I certainly knew,

A dandelion had gone to seed, and the round puff ball was a delight,

It stood so straight and looked so strong, but I knew it would soon take flight,

A perfect sphere of thousands of delicate white feathery hairs,

Just waiting for a swift breeze to release them to the air,

I felt in awe of the dichotomy of nature, in this case,

A hardy, green plant with a solid tap root base,

With fragile parachute seeds, ready to be blown away,

Yet still intact on this particular day,

Its strength lies beneath the surface, and its vulnerability is easily seen,

It’s such a juxtaposition, if you know what I mean,

We are like dandelions, strong within our hearts,

Yet looking fragile and weak on the outside, ready to fall apart,

The tap root is there to help the dandelion easily regrow,

Just as we need our inner strength to finally let go,

Let go of our vulnerabilities and cling to our strong foundation,

For in Christ Jesus, there is no condemnation.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  3/26/2023