Christ of the Sunflower
by Steve Tanham
Across the dappled grass I called you Unhurried in the evening glow To down your tools and stand before me In simple presence, freed of stone And learn the language of the slow ➰ No sadness that my solar fire Conceals the fade of life’s profusion Far more than this awaits the gaze That lifts the veil of summer’s end And sees beyond decay’s … Read More Christ of the Sunflower
Sun in Gemini 