It was in a little wood in early morning. The sun was climbing behind a steep cliff in the east, and its light as flooding nearer and nearer and then making pools among the trees. Suddenly, from a dark corner of purple brown stems and tawny moss, there shone out a great golden star. It was just a dandelion, and half-withered -- but it was full face to the sun, and had caught into its heart all the glory it could hold and was shining so radiantly that the dew that lay on it still made a perfect aureole round its head. And it seems to talk, standing there -- to talk about the possibility of making the very best of these lives of ours.
For if the Sun of Righteousness has risen upon our hearts there is an ocean of grace and love and power lying all around us, an ocean to which all earthly light is but a drop, and it is ready to transfigure us, as the sunshine transfigured the dandelion, and on the same condition -- that we stand full face to God.
-- from A Blossom in the Desert
Reflections of Faith in the Art and Writings of Lilias Trotter
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