Emily Steele
[Originally published as Face the Son]
Sitting on my sunporch floor, I was staring a newly snipped anemone bud in the face. The golden sunlight filtered through the windows filling the room with warmth — a humid warmth as some of the first spring rains had come yesterday. Having just finished teaching a mini botany course, I was gazing at the features and colors of the petals and deeply colored anthers and stamen of the flower’s center.
Suddenly, like the sunlight flooding the room, the words Face the sun flooded my mind. But it was not the sunshine that my thoughts continued to dwell on, but rather, the Creator of the sun, Jesus — the Son of God.
Quickly, I grabbed my favorite notebook and pen, knowing that those words were the start of my newest poem. Sitting in the hammock and feeling the spring breeze, I faced the Son.
