No one has to teach a field
of sunflowers how to worship.
Before dawn in high summer

their necks are bent
in silent prayer like monks.
But as the sun comes up

sunflowers rise as well.
At noon they adore the sun
the way monks in pews  

adore the Host at elevation.
Listen and you may hear  
sunflowers sing Alleluia!

-- Donal Mahoney