AN ODE TO SOL

A poem on the majesty of the Sun.

A marvel
How the cosmic canvas
Dark and grey,
At her arrival
Melts away,
As she kisses the world
Upon her head
Like a mother
Would her child.

With love.
With warmth.
With light.

She loves freely,
Wildly,
Fiercely.
Ablaze with passion
As all know her warmth.

Look how the skies bow to her
How the trees bask and breathe
By her will.
How the seas yearn for her,
As they soak
In the splendour of her light.
And how the moon
Mirrors
But a piece
Of her majesty.

Her daughter
Echoed her radiance,
And birthed children
All her own.
Carefully,
Sol loved them too.

She watched
As they first held
But a mote of her glory
Within their hands,
Illuminating
Spirit and surrounds
Alike.

She watched
As they carved earth
Shaped stone
And bent her daughter
To their will.

She watched
As they built wonders
To rival hers
And watched too
The horrors
They wrought
Under the gift of her light.

Once,
They chanted prayers
To the sky
Imploring Sol
To bless her daughter
Once more,
So they may be nourished
By her gifts
For another day.

Now...

Now, they have forgotten her majesty,
Strayed from her warmth,
And denied her light.

Now,
They have left paradise
To cage themselves
In stone and steel
And scorched the skies
Just to warm their tombs.

Now,
They have forged new gods
In their own image.

Machine gods —

Tamed electricity
And hollow light
Command their world,
Enthralling them,
As they prostrate
In a mocking, digital prayer.

Now,
The seas are blackened —
The cost of their lust
For yet a grander cage.

Now,
They cut swathes
Through all creation
And spill rivers of blood
For just another slice.

These hellions,
These wild,
Rebellious
Children,
Possessed
By a juvenile pride,
Only the youth can muster

In their frenzy,

Forgot a simple truth —

That they are all children
Of the same earth
Of the same essence
Of the same source
As the very world
They claim to rule.

Mothers,
Loving as they are
Forgive their sins
And await the return
Of their wayward children
To their rightful home.

The selfless love
Only a mother
Can bring to bear
Still shrouds them.

No cage
Can bar it
No work of man
May echo it.

After all she has seen
Still, she shines.
Even burnt skies
She paints
With her brilliance.
Even blackened seas
Still cradle
Her light
And even her childrens’ skin
Does she still kiss with love.

Through all this
Her love
Fiery
Passionate
Unrelenting
Unending
Seeks us.
Finds us.
Blesses us.

And in time,
Towers break
And empires fall.
Even great kingdoms
Crumble
To rubble and stone.
Perhaps then,
The prideful youth
Will heed the call

Of two mothers
Patiently waiting
For their children
To come home.