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蒲公英頌--獻給所有受壓迫的人們-- （註 原載台灣公論報 3/10/1986 由 謝必行眼科醫師邀稿, 催稿。 2008 posted on https://heartstring2.blogspot.com
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（註：太 6：25-30) "想 想 野 地 裡 的 百 合 花 ！" Ode to the Dandelion For All Who Are Oppressed By Biho Hong They say, “You don’t belong here.
You’re growing in the wrong place!"
Yet you had no choice where you were born.
Perhaps a gust of wind carried you,
Dropping you on someone’s lush, green lawn.
And so, they pull you up by the roots—with anger.
Cursing you for stealing their precious weekend time,
Though you have done no wrong. It’s an unfathomable mystery to you:
Why are chrysanthemums,
Especially the rare varieties,
Treated with such reverence and care?
While you—a simple dandelion—
Experience such scorn? They spend money on chrysanthemums,
Displaying them like precious objects in their halls
And replenishing them when the flowers fade.
But you, because you’re free, are considered worthless. It’s like how people reject God’s grace. How dare they call you a wildflower, a weed,
And try to deny your right to exist? You pay no attention to their harsh words,
Their jeers and laughter. Instead, as long as you live,
You will strive to bloom beautifully.
Because you know your mission in life—
Given to you by your loving Creator. Maybe tomorrow, or even in the next hour,
You will be uprooted and cast away. But you don’t live in fear, anticipating that cruel fate,
Nor do you lament your “wrongful” place of birth.
For you know that
The true measure of life is not its length,
But how well it is lived. Though people may despise you,
You have faith that
In the heart of the Creator,
Your place is assured. If it were not so, He wouldn’t scatter your kind
Across every hill and every field.
People may try to erase you,
But you stand firm—
Secure in the knowledge that
You have many brothers, sisters, and descendants,
Who will continue to carry the torch of life. You are not like the flowers in the greenhouse,
Hiding from wind and rain. Instead, you have grown hardy and resilient,
Requiring no special care from the world.
The Creator has given you a tenacious life force,
Able to survive in harsh conditions,
Standing strong through the storms. Dandelion, I salute and honor you.
For through you, the Creator shows me:
No matter who we are or the color of our skin,
No matter how insignificant we may seem in others’ eyes,
The Creator chose to sacrifice His only Son
To die for each of us on the cross. God’s love affirms the value of our existence,
So we are not swayed by others’ praise or condemnation. Lord, what are we that You care for us?
May we cherish every moment You give,
Living each day fully for You,
Knowing that even the wildflowers,
The small, scattered blooms and grasses,
Offer their sweet fragrance to You. I pray that You teach us not to waste our time
Struggling and complaining about our worth. Instead, let us offer ourselves as living sacrifices,
Scattered and blooming wherever we are—
For Your glory.
(Note: Consider the Lilies! Do not Worry! )
（*曾風聞蒲公英可藥用，可沒想到它真的有自然的奇妙藥效，算我孤陋寡聞或者早就獨具慧眼？ 不信的話，可按下鏈, 僅供參考，請自己再求證，畢竟我也只是道聽途說而已*
By BH
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
11/21/2018 The Eve of Thanksgiving Day -- BH--）
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