Sunflower Finches
light verse
They flit from bud to flower and bask in glory rising from the East. They wait beside the verdant leaf on petals yellow feathers match to bow, in orans raise their wings, and hover where the Spirit hid within the formless dark; they bid daylight illume created things. In antiphon, the finches chant their sunflower hymns, the ancient ones that prove their golden plumage comes as image bearers of that plant, then prostrate, on crossed branches kiss the firstfruits of their eucharist.




I love the word "oran", and the poem.