Flowers or Weeds?

This blog has been up for a couple weeks now, so I guess it's time to comment on the name. Perhaps it's obvious, but the name is a combination of my name, and the first sound of Diedra's name. Tack on "lines" (since this mostly a literary blog) and you get a nice little name that sounds like a common plant. As I pondered this plant a little while, I became pleased with its symbol. In know in a post-modern culture, it can be extremely offensive to explain the meaning of a symbol, since we are supposed to allow everyone the freedom to come up with his/her own interpretation. However, indulge me...

I think at some point, every little boy will present his mother with a fistful of dandelions as a token of his love for her. My mother would exclaim her delight, quickly find a little glass of water, and put the flowers on display. At some point, however, as this little boy grows into the world of grownups he discovers that what he thought were beautiful tokens of love are called "weeds" by mature people. Conscientious homeowners spend money every spring to make sure as few of these plants show up in the yard as possible. This coming of age may or may not be traumatic for the young man depending the manner of its discovery (it may be similar to finding your "art" in the trash can after several weeks of display on the fridge).

So, I find the title of the blog appropriate. These lines may be tokens of love, or weeds. You can put them on display, or spray them with herbicide. At bottom, our goal is to reflect the glory of the Savior.