Beautitudes of the Sunflowers

Reader's Blog #30
Passage from the text:

These sealed sunflowers
stand to the sermon of the sun,
attentive the lean,
silent as seed.
How blessed
are the poor,
the meek,
the pure.
This earth will be theirs;
their eyes will see.
How blessed
and tall,
their heads still green.
They wait
for the sun
on faces unseen.

-Rita A. Simmonds

 

Commentary: [Reflection]

 

I think this poem emits an attitude of humility. The sunflowers are acting like seeds, though they are seeds no longer, "silent"- dead. These sunflowers are unassuming, "green", patient, accepting of what comes to them. Their "faces" have yet to be seen- and when they open according to the Sun's good time they will be fruitful with a head replete with more seeds.  And if they didn't follow the sun, or if they opened before the time was right, those sunflowers would whither.