Saskatchewan Dandelions



 
  
Out west the plants are hardy, men are bold,
as winter's breath the earth and sky enslaves.
Saskatchewan turns white with bitter cold
and dandelions lie down in snowy graves.

Beasts scratch for bits of food in frozen sod.
At times there seems no hope that they'll survive
unless by intervening act of God,
He shows forth power to make the soil revive.

Then once again sun's warmth invades the earth.
Ice melts and streaming through the rocks it flows.
As if by resurrection's new rebirth -
new fields of dandelions the prairie grows.




FAITH


Monolithic trunk so mighty
	standing tall, erect and strong;
Bearing branches forth ‘tward heaven
	clapping leaves applaud the breeze

Such is viewed: The mighty oak
	that burst from just an acorn
Magnificent, mysterious miracle
	for sure by God created

I choose not thee as my example,
	power exemplified so haughty
Could I choose, I'd ask of God:
	Faith the size of a mustard seed!



Rejuvenate

Mortal souls in sin's cocoons now trapped:
Embryos in cyclo-chambers snared,
Burst the shrouds of death in which they're wrapped,
and resurrect in beauty uncompared.

God's Power will make new life burst forth in flight:
man's soul reborn, to worship now he flees;
as moths on wings seek out their destined light,
man finds fulfillment down upon his knees.



Poems by Ron Baron




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