I was wandering through gardens and noticed all the sunflowers face the sun.
Every one of them turned to soak up the warm rays.
I thought of how we ought to be turned toward the Son,
and soak up all the holy rays
that beam from his written Word.
“Kiss the Son,
lest he be angry,
and ye perish from the way,
when his wrath is kindled but a little.
Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.”