Sunflowers do not grow here.
No suncatchers store light for those starless nights.
No laughter rings when darkness sets in
No smile breaks through a heavy heart
inside Despair’s maw. No ears can hear
the voices calling the soul
out of the wilderness. All is lost
all seems lost. Keep on knocking
though nobody seems to be home.
The walls may yet crack,
let Your light through. Then,
maybe, sunflowers will grow.
Thank you for coming by.