Is the Sun Where Heaven Could Be?

Majestic ball of brightest light,

heating rays from day till night.

Your yellow hue burns my sight;

on summer days, you are just too bright.

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Invisible rays each and every day,

a warmth to bathe the children's play.

Except when clouds paint the sky grey,

your powerful rays light up each day.

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And when you drop from out the sky,

to signify the night is nigh,

majestic colors you apply,

as your way to say goodbye.

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Golden waves when sky meets the sea,

surrounded by tranquility.

Are those steps to heaven, I see?

and is that where my god might be?

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And if I dared to climb those stairs,

in single steps or, if brave, perhaps in pairs,

would I meet God atop those stairs?

and would he then answer my prayers?

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At night, your light says that you have gone,

but come the next day, you're back at dawn.

Your lot in life for years has been drawn; 

tomorrow, you will mark a new day is born.

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[Author's note: I often write about the ocean, the skies, and the sun. I am blessed with wonderful sunsets like this one all year round. It was almost like steps on this occasion as the sun glistened off the waves.]

Originally published in Write Under the Moon. All rights reserved Calvin London 2024.