dandelions in the wind

What absolute joy is this?
To see the dandelions bliss.
Where wonder runs as wild as the flowers.
I could stay there for hours.
Green meadows grow taller.
After dark storms water.
For God caused it to grow,
After pain swallowed me long ago.
Now I stand in fields of dandelions.
After God rescued me from the lions.
I blow dandelions in the wind.
Joy is worth more after life was dim.
Let me run through the fields.
I love what it yields.
A peace past understanding,
Is where I’m standing.
How sweet is this?
To feel natures loving kiss.

r.d. jess