Poem of Sitting Outside at a Silent Retreat, #4: Dandelions!

Dandelions, Simplicity in Beauty
Dandelions, Simplicity in Beauty

Dandelions

by Deborah A. Bowman

The sun upon the golden dandelions makes me glad to be alive!

I know now that in spite of everything I will survive.

God has intervened and immense power he does wield.

I know that the Universe will finally let me heal.

I believe in miracles, and I’ve helped so many others.

Why not let go and free myself to help another … me!

“Healer, Heal Thyself!”

“Empath” let go of sadness!

I will surround myself with joy and gladness.

Deep breaths of healing white light

Will dispel the fear and dark feelings that hold on so tight.

Yes, I believe in miracles definitely.

Why can’t one small miracle be me?

That would give me the strength to go on

To giveĀ to others what I have found.

That is what I’ve always believed

That is my heart, my soul, my personality.

The wind caressing the dandelions is bliss!

Now all I have to do is make a wish!

Make a wish and God hears every word!
Make a wish and God hears every word!