Sunflowers by Donal Mahoney

No one has to teach a field

of sunflowers how to worship.

Before dawn in high summer

their necks are bent 

in silent prayer like monks.

But as the sun comes up 

sunflowers rise as well. 

At noon they adore the sun 

the way monks in pews  

adore the Host at elevation.

Listen and you may hear  

sunflowers sing Alleluia!

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. Some of his earliest work can be found at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.