This poem was the result of a 15-minute free write at our last writing group. The word chosen was “The Sun.” I went home and edited it up a bit. Feel free to give feedback. I’ve been reading a lot of classic poetry/literature lately…

The Sun

O, God! O, Glory! O, Holy Emperor!

O, King of Kings! O, Mighty Creator!

You, who pulls grain from the earth’s soft skin,

You, who sprouts the green from rock and field,

You, who bathes us in fear as you hide after dusk,

You, who soaks in our praise as you rise with the dawn.

Without you, I am dark and I am dust.

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 banishes the dark with your sword of light.

You, who moves all the mountains without hiccup or wink.

You, who cries blinding tears to rejuvenate those who serve you.

You, who accepts our prayers and our wars and our love and our struggle.

Without you, there is blank and there is black.

With you, everything becomes bright and vivid. Violent, despicable battles that tarnish, ravage, rape and tear 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.

You are the pause in the most powerful process of existence.

O, Mighty Emperor, wiithout you I am dust.

O, King of Kings, I shall serve you until death.