Sunflower

I wrote this poem for my highschool bestfriend a while ago. 

Sunflower
(To the girl with wings)

Child of light. Your laughter infects
My heart, my mouth is turned upside down.
Naïve like a child. Purity untouched.
Yet not innocent. Tempest is aroused when
Your deepest feelings are hurt.
Sunflower, Heart of Gold,
How bold!
But weak, defenseless, vulnerable without the Sun.
Without God.
Sunflower, my dear. Cast your eyes to Christ,
Our Lord.

May 22nd 2006

Matthew 7:15-20

Be wary of false preachers who smile a lot, dripping with practiced sincerity. Chances are they are out to rip you off some way or other. Don’t be impressed with charisma; look for character. Who preachers are is the main thing, not what they say. A genuine leader will never exploit your emotions or your pocketbook. These diseased trees with their bad apples are going to be chopped down and burned.