Trust the Sun

I know who I am when I trust the sun,

who will rise with the palest flush of dawn

this morning, and set with fiery ado

this evening, which is his way of saying,

"Tomorrow, the same, so trust me, and sleep."

The sun is not a phantasm of light,

nor a dream of shade for my burning back.

His rays illuminate, his shade protects.

There is an immutable constancy

about the sun. The sun knows who he is.

  © Lynne Harris