The Sun
Check out my new poem. I started this as a 15-minute exercise with my new writing group, on the word “Sun.” Then I went home and edited it up a bit. Enjoy!
The Sun
O, God! O, Glory! O, Holy Emperor!
O, King of Kings! O, Mighty Creator!
You, who pull grain from the earth’s soft skin,
You, who sprout green from rock and field,
You, who bathe us in fear as you hide after dusk,
You, who soak in our praise as you rise with the dawn.
Without you, I am dark and I am dead.
With you, a million cataclysmic equations, reactions, additions, and fractions spring about like excited electrons bursting from atoms and nuclei through the vast, blank space, just as you glide throughout your own father, the universe.
I breathe in all of your invisible nourishment;
The air created from your loin to share with those who
feel and touch and live.
O, God! O, Glory! O, Holy Emperor!
O, King of Kings! O, Mighty Creator!
You, who banish the dark with your sword of light.
You, who move all the mountains without hiccup or wink.
You, who cry blinding tears to rejuvenate those who serve you.
You, who accept our prayers and our wars and our love and our struggle.
Without you, there is pain and there is hate.
With you, there is pain and there is hate. Violent, despicable war over you and for you, below you and with you. We fight together; hand in hand during the day and behind great, blackened shields by nightfall.
You are everything at all hours;
You strip vast nothingness of his
Clothes and jealousy and rage.
O, Mighty God! O, Brave Warrior!
O, Wise King! O, Gentle Tyrant!
General to the great army below.
Captain to the phalanx of planets.
Commander to the formation of comets,
whirling about like a weightless typhoon!
Chaos swims around you in a hurricane whirlwind.
You are the eye. You are the calm.
You are the soul of wonder and
You are the
Pause in the most powerful process of existence.
O, Mighty Emperor, without you I am dust.
O, King of Kings, I shall serve you until death.
