A Sun Flower Poem by Luke Easter

On the dewdropp dust heap comes the morning glory
When the sunflower arises with a brand new story,
An entangled web of petals burst from the cocoon,
Apart from unconsciousness gone is the full moon.

Beauty of the flowers stem-tips arrive freight express,
They bear the gift of life to others eyes by giving rest,
Through gaps between the curtains of our imperceptibly,
When colored brushes of love taps at my heart silently.

Soon the sound of newness comes alive to the world,
Wind quietly blows, one by one the petals are hurled,
As the joy of sweetness spreads the day winds down,
Poof! Like magic soon the peace is no longer around.

But it’s a cycle only to repeat, as it cannot be stopped,
Genesis 8: 22 is, “seedtime and harvest” just for crops?
“Summer and winter, day and night will never cease, ”
“As long as the earth endures” growth will increase.

And fell asleep only with great expectation when I arise,
Expecting the beauty of the garden before both my eyes,
That magnificent glory of repetition no longer a surprise,
Wherefore soon I grew in wisdom and quit asking, why?

But, do not forget, as it is with any kind of planted seed,
Love and affection’s great but water is its greatest need,
Can nothing be more precious to anything that will grow?
For all without an adequate supply of the elements H2O.

Last but not least do not consider these complexities odd,
This life itself is nothing more than the mysteries on God,
So, rather than to ponder and study just simply appreciate,
Remembering the Creating source is the greatest of great.

w/Leela Devi