Song of the South: Dandelion’s Lament

When I wrote about the tension between being fully present in the moment on this day in response to the prayer “Give us this day our daily bread”, I could not help but think of this poem I wrote some time ago, about the pull and tension I felt in a time of transition in my life.

In such moments, it can be hard to truly live into the moment, accepting the present as a gift and embracing the possibilities all around you.

May these words help you find that path in your own life.

Your progressive redneck preacher,



dandelionDandelion’s Lament

Upon a spiders web you hang
Only a breath away from falling

So the prophet-seer said.

And so I am
Caught in winds
Winds of what was
And what may be
Open, vulnerable
To all that lays below and around

spider web 2

Be they the prophets’ consuming flames
Or jagged rocks with knife like edge
Or surging waves swallowing my soul
Into unceasing storm

Or upon freshly greening soil
A shedding of all the certainties
Which I wrap around myself
To warm my trembling form
Like so many tattered rags
The death of all my expectations
And identities
So this seed may fall away
And I spring up
Greenly leafing
Into possibilities undreamed.



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