A day passed.

Yesterday.
Each blazing yellow petal shone 
as if each boasted the masterful work of God's loving hand.

Today. 
It is all dry and withered
as if it had no life from the beginning. 

I am like a dandelion. 
I may live for seventy years or eighty;
Yet all my days are but trouble, toil, sorrow. 

What do I establish for life? 
It springs up in the morning;
It is gone in the next day. 
I fly away.

Lord, what am I? 
What am I that you invested in me
as if I was a thousand years' worth? 

Lord, teach me to live wisely and well. 
May I live in the here and now
with an eternal perspective. 
Amen.