[stylist] Sun-Sun-Sun Poem by Old Blind Mike

[Jackie Williams]

Michael
What a comprehensive poem about all of the stages, meanings, abilities of our sun. As Debbie mentioned, it does take us from one stage to another while recognizing the mystery of it.
It really made me pay attention because just the night before, I listened to the documentary about Stephen Hawkins and his "Theory of Everything." It was a tear-jerker because of having to watch his slow deterioration from ALS. It was made even more interesting that while all of his discoveries led him to atheism, his wife was a Christian. They loved each other very much in spite of this difference. She recognized his brilliance in figuring out the physics, and was ultimately responsible for saving his life rather than giving up on him.
A digression. I thought your poem was of great interest, and I thank you for sharing your thoughts with all of us.


Jackie Lee

Time is the school in which we learn.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz	 


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Tribute To The Sun!
 
O Ginormous burning engine in the sky,
so you're the bright light shining in my eye.
You burn forever alive with millions atomic explosions a second,
day in and day out morning noon and night.
Our tiny earth rotates and bathes itself in your glory
in the lasting rays of your energy called light.
We plant our gardens in an atomic blaze
while others lay on sand and soak in your rays
and hope to turn a golden glaze!
Ancient peoples worshiped your blazing sphere of  explosions,
offering up their very souls in a fiery burn---
for security and for your constant return.
Everyday like a fine astronomical clock you rise and you set,
few take the time to wonder who has wound up your gears,
from centuries into ages and beyond all our years.
O burning star way out there so far,
without your warmth…all would turn to ice
and O my, what a price.
But if the earth were only a few miles closer all would burn to ash,
surely everything living thing would burn and crash
but for now each season awaits your generosity of giving 
without a cost or a clash.
Sun, Sun, Sun, make your run
across the sky
and let your light touch gently---the garden and my eye.
Truly, something put you there for us,
someone surely knew what they were doing,
for everyday we receive a new renewing.
Bright it is today, blinding bright they say.
Ok, stay steady and burn not to hot
as we are surely made alive by your eternal clock.
O Exploding atomic engine in the sky,
you are to dazzling for even the human eye.
We thank the Creator who put you in your place,
for this solar system but especially for the cold human race!
 
By Michael M. Tickenoff 
 
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