Sunflower
She is over my head, beaming
following the Sun all through the day
from morning to night
she looks from left to right
seeking her life source; her joy.But when the sun goes in
the confusion begins as she
(and her friends)
don’t know where to turn
Until the cloud moves past
then they sigh “at last.”
For anyone who has been reading the blog for any period of time, you know that I find God quite often in the garden…or yard. Well, these sunflowers have given me hope in a strange way. I hear the words of Matthew when I look at them tower over me in their spindly manner “Not even Solomon in all his splendor was a beautiful as one of these.”
