Sun Worship
There is still a reverence
Of sun-worship left in me
Nourishing the seasons, patient golden clime
Lovely Goddess of yellow
Call God’s country everywhere
Without stars where would we be?
Not in the office of harvests
Not in the countries of Green
The sun’s rising never fails
Her setting is an indie-gleam
She’s all the states, all the royals
Of nature’s supremacy everywhere
The sun gives all a portion
Of the universe, in the eye
On the skin, and it’s a golden bridge
To beauty, warmth, life-force
This bed thy center, galactic truce
That I would swim from sun to sun
In overwhelming heat of youth.
Wuji Seshat 