Sunflowers grow, as Blake described,
To reach the sun and touch the sky,
At zenith reach Immortal Truth,
And with His Love their souls imbue,
But there’s no need to reach the sky,
To go where bluebirds, eagles fly,
He’s everywhere in space and time,
For He is deep inside my mind.
© 050405 Petit Poet
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