by Christopher Mudiappahpillai


Five Iron Frenzy

In a field of yellow flowers

Underneath the sun

Bluest eyes that spark with lightning

Boy with shoes undone

He is young, so full of hope

Reveling in tiny dreams

Filling up, his arms with flowers

Right for giving any queen

Running to her beaming bright

While cradling his prize

A flickering of yellow light

Within his mother’s eyes

She holds them to her heart

Keeping them where they’ll be safe

Clasped within her very marrow

Dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds

All hope is found

Here is everything he needs

Fathomless your endless mercy

Weight I could not lift

Where do I fit in this puzzle?

What good are these gifts?

Not a martyr, or a saint

Scarcely can I struggle through

All that I have ever wanted

Was to give my best to you

Lord, search my heart

Create in me something clean


You see flowers in these weeds

Gently lifting hands to heaven

Softened by the sweetest hush

A Father sings over his children

Loving them so very much

More than words could warrant

Deeper than the darkest blue

More than sacrifice could merit

Lord, I give my heart to you