The Sun: Tyrannt or Saint
The sun stands,In a collage of space and time,
Where all that exists, exists;
And all that does not exist, doesn’t.
But we know not of this collage
Because of the sun.
He blinds us with only but his presence.
He is a tyrant of violence and anger.
He shines the whole sky to remind
Us of him, and his godliness.
However; with his compassion,
He leaves us, and reveals,
The collage of such beauty,
It is incomprehensible.
Father Sun also gives all life.
Without him, there would be bitter
Cold and blackness.
We should not think of him
As a tyrant, but as a saint.
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