Whose warm love flows across the land each day
Stirring Life, the world’s magic, arms yearning up,
Turning each green leaf to follow. Whose generous balm
Upon the skin is love’s touch, ahhhhhh heated fingers soothing,
Whose roar boils water from ocean to sky
Drawing sweet from salt, becoming rain, snow, river, lake;
Whose fervid beat upon us is deadly, and yet
Contemplating cold stars how we miss it, the Golden One, quotidian center
Of our days, steady companion, sower of treasures great and small:
Light-bringer, Life-quickener, dazzling, unbearably bright,
Hail, oh hail the magnificent Sun!