Sunflowers grow in fieldfuls in France
where the are called 'Tournesols' .
They merit their name
their stem cells
the part of them wherin their essence lies
map the path of the sun
as it rides across the sky
not wishing to waste
a single ray of light
a single watt of warmth
a single moment of blessing
the source of its very life.
We wonder at the time of returning to the normal rhythm
after a time or renewal and rest
what resources us for our deepest life?
What wisdom writings bring us light which we value like the very sun?
What sanctuaries offer warmth in the cold winds which sometimes blow across our lives?
Who draws us by their blessing of unconditional love?
Perhaps like the sunflowers
we do well to notice
and to follow.