Usually I like running, but today was not that day. I squeaked out the miles in new shoes that were no bueno for my feet. But this sight stopped me in my tracks.
We've had drizzling grey weather the past week, unusual for Colorado especially this time of year. The stark contrast of the grey horizon and the bold sunflower reminded me of my own story.
It was a long process of awakening from a world of grey, and I was and will always be so thankful for the sunflowers in my life that beckoned me to more. Those sunflowers have names and faces. My amazing mom who listened to me with profound patience and endlessly spoke life and vision into a weary soul, Joanie who sat on the floor before me in a little prayer room and held my feet to ground me while she prayed over me, even a favorite author, who at the time I hadn’t met before, whose writings spoke to me at a new and deep level. God reached me through each of these people in ways unique and beautiful.
I’m thankful for these people. I’m even thankful for the grey. For where there was no awareness of grey, there would have been no sight to see the color of freedom. I am forever thankful for you, my sunflowers, my heroes.
We've had drizzling grey weather the past week, unusual for Colorado especially this time of year. The stark contrast of the grey horizon and the bold sunflower reminded me of my own story.
It was a long process of awakening from a world of grey, and I was and will always be so thankful for the sunflowers in my life that beckoned me to more. Those sunflowers have names and faces. My amazing mom who listened to me with profound patience and endlessly spoke life and vision into a weary soul, Joanie who sat on the floor before me in a little prayer room and held my feet to ground me while she prayed over me, even a favorite author, who at the time I hadn’t met before, whose writings spoke to me at a new and deep level. God reached me through each of these people in ways unique and beautiful.
I’m thankful for these people. I’m even thankful for the grey. For where there was no awareness of grey, there would have been no sight to see the color of freedom. I am forever thankful for you, my sunflowers, my heroes.
A drop of color in a world of tasteless grey
A burst of light to chase desperate gloom away
In your honor, you beseech me
And draw me toward worlds anew
Poison creeps in and suffocates the soul
But a power awaits beyond all control
I draw strength from your great beauty
Courage from wonder once lost
Poised to defeat by strength of light
Reckless in every act of love’s bold might
Little sunflower formed of gold
You were not made to fight alone
Your sense of self sways with every gust
With your face to sun you know to trust
Unpretentious little flower
What secrets you must know
Gentle petals of valiant hue
Seeps all that is good, wonderful and true
To the sun and wind, you may bend
Yet grow bright in tender strength
A poetic bloom of mystery
Captivating in raw honesty
A little hope of color
Most gracious dash of life
A priceless beauty to be sure
A warrior of freedom’s great valor
Striking passion in field of earth’s hot breath
You sing a different song
For you stand your ground
In a world tragically grey bound
A song of hallelujahs
Some broken but made whole
So simple and so true
You stand firm as true you
So stand your ground and sing your song
Driving twisted grey away
A burst of light to chase desperate gloom away
In your honor, you beseech me
And draw me toward worlds anew
Poison creeps in and suffocates the soul
But a power awaits beyond all control
I draw strength from your great beauty
Courage from wonder once lost
Poised to defeat by strength of light
Reckless in every act of love’s bold might
Little sunflower formed of gold
You were not made to fight alone
Your sense of self sways with every gust
With your face to sun you know to trust
Unpretentious little flower
What secrets you must know
Gentle petals of valiant hue
Seeps all that is good, wonderful and true
To the sun and wind, you may bend
Yet grow bright in tender strength
A poetic bloom of mystery
Captivating in raw honesty
A little hope of color
Most gracious dash of life
A priceless beauty to be sure
A warrior of freedom’s great valor
Striking passion in field of earth’s hot breath
You sing a different song
For you stand your ground
In a world tragically grey bound
A song of hallelujahs
Some broken but made whole
So simple and so true
You stand firm as true you
So stand your ground and sing your song
Driving twisted grey away