Each year we plant sunflowers. And even though we have seen it happen over and over, we still wonder if our thumbs are green enough. Will those seeds even grow? Can we provide them with rich enough soil? With enough water? Enough sun?
And each year, we watch and we wait, and wait, and wait.....until we get lost in our busy-ness and we forget that we planted them in the first place.
And then, dragged down by the very weight of our sorrow and being, our heads will hang low to the ground, as if what we were made to do all along, was simply bow our heads.