Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

REQUIEM FOR A SUNFLOWER

Was May so long ago?
Do you remember when I broke the surface
of the spring ground with the dull blade
of last year's hoe?
Tossing a single seed into a shallow hole
then brushing dirt, gently at first,
into contact with its shell.
Pressing dirt firmly down
and then that first drink of water
you poured to quench a sleeping thirst.
One sleepy morning,
sooner than we could imagine
a hint of green poking its head
in search of friendly skies.
Face, always brightly turning toward the light,
growing faster than its back could bear,
a sturdy stake, a crutch, its companion.
In full glory, the days became too heavy
and the haloed head sank to its chest.
Some think these are the saddest times
but I treasure sunflower's wisdom
as I, too, bow to my creator
in these, my final days.

inspired by photograph and poetry prompt from Christine Valters Paintner at http://abbeyofthearts.com

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Abbey of the Arts said...

Rich, your poem brought tears to my eyes, especially those last several lines -- the haloed head of wisdom bowed down -- so beautiful!!!

10:31 PM  
Blogger lucy said...

lovely!

12:51 PM  

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