The Wild Sunflower
At early dawn, like soldiers in their places,
Rank upon rank the golden sunflowers stand;
Gazing toward the east with eager faces,
Waiting, until their god shall touch the land
To life and glory, longingly they wait,
Those voiceless watchers at the morning's gate.
Dawn's portals tremble silently apart;
Far to the east, across the dewy plain,
A glory kindles that in every heart
Finds answering warmth and kindles there again;
And rapture beams in every radiant face
Now softly glowing with supernal grace.
And all day long that silent worship lasts,
And as their god moves grandly down the west,
And every stem a lengthening shadow casts
Toward the east, ah, they love him best,
And watch till every lingering ray is gone,
Then slowly turn to greet another dawn.
~By Albert Bigelow Paine~
6 comments:
What a magnificent yet sacred writing...I have long loved the sunflower...knowing it is the only flower to turn its face to the sun, wherever the sun is in the sky, just absolutely amazes me, and I know it is the handiwork of the Creator!
Bless You Mother Moon!
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That was beautiful. I had the most beautiful sunflower in my magical garden. It stood up over the roof of the first floor. Simply amazing it was.
Mary
Beautiful words and a beautiful picture.
Have a wonderful day, turn your face to the sun.
The poem is perfect for your picture. Both are lovely.
Just wanted to say thank you so much for your generous gifts. I have posted all about them today!
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Warm wishes and brightest blessings
What a beautiful poem and so fitting for this time of year. Thank you!
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