Today, on the way to work, I was greeted by an unexpected field of sunflowers, and spoke aloud my poem, Why Jesus Loved Sunflowers:
Their wide pregnant faces, bowed low with seed; prophet heads, awaiting harvest.
My mission in life: be more like John the Baptist, to be a voice crying in the wilderness, preparing the way for those greater than I, those who will rise up from their deathbeds to redeem their world.
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