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| Story ID: | 3920 |
| Written by: | JANET KESSLER POLUDNIAK (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Organization: | JUST ME |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Location: | Moravia NY USA |
| Year: | 2006 |
| Person: | People who love Sunflowers and people who are struggling with letting God have control of their problems. |
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A Sunflower Seed Speaks Out ©2006, Janet K. Poludniak A single seed— sown by a bird. Is that the strangest thing you've heard? God planned it so— I have no doubt; if I'm alone, why should I pout? I'll let God have His way with me ‘cause that's the way it's supposed to be. I'll peek out from the dark, rich soil and grow without the slightest toil. Seems I'm the only one around; I look, but no other can be found. I sense nearby there must be more, a field of them! My spirits soar. And so I feel, "I'm not alone, others of my kind are known." The sun shines bright after the rain. It doesn't hurt; I feel no pain. I simply give myself to grow and soon my yellow face will glow. I'll rise and face the sky, so blue and think of all that I will do. I'll stand and shine for those close by; I'll feed the birds the day I die; I'll simply bow my yellow head, but even this I will not dread. For this is why I was created— why birds and man have celebrated— ‘cause of the harvest, those I've fed. I'll be content until I'm dead. There will always come another to take my place; perhaps a brother. I know it's all in God's design: we're born to live and give, not whine. Some things are not meant to change while others, we can re-arrange. God worked this out, for good for me: it's much the same for man you see. |
