Face the Son
Sitting on my sunporch floor, I was studying a newly snipped anemone bud in a face. The golden sunlight was filtering through the windows making the room fill with warmth - a humid warmth as some of the first spring rains had come yesterday. Having just finished teaching a mini botany course, I was gazing at the features and colors of the petals and flower deep colored anthers and stamen on the flower centers. Suddenly, like the sunlight flooding the room, t he words "Face the Sun" flooded my brain. But it was not the sunshine that my mind stayed dwelling on, but rather, the creator of the sun, Jesus - the Son of God. Quickly, I grabbed my favorite notebook and pen knowing that those words were the start of my newest poem. Sitting in the hammock and feeling the spring breeze, I faced the Son. When shadows come where once was day Face the Son When lesser lights draw your eyes away Face the Son When clouds foreb...
