Resilience

by: Shirley Satterfield

I stand helpless
In the shadow of my shadow self,
Oh, Lord.
Save me to the quick of me,
And make me resilient in the storm
Like a hardy dandelion,
Its lion-head peeking gingerly through the ground
Not afraid of Satan’s voice,
That sky-thundering scary sound.
Give me strength, Oh Lord,
Let common flowers stick around.

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