day in
day out.
sunup
sundown.
face up
face down.
                                    what is the point of it all?

or, is it us 
churning and scrambling,
searching for the ineffable
outside ourselves
         on this ancient ever new Earth?

the Sunflower,
knows something for sure.

how else
could It 
say vespers; 
day in
day out
year in and 
year out?

Faith,
may be the Sunflower’s name.

Grace,
Its eternal glory.