solar glory

Big, Small, Orange, Red, Colorless, On high.

Melt the snow that hugs the earth.

Stubbornly, Hungrily. Possessing, Layer upon layer.

Kissing with a kiss of peace. Soft. Gentle.

Embracing with a hold of death.

Oh, Sun, seen through darkness, so real, unreal, penetrate your warmth to the ground.

Rid it of its seasons; make it clean to receive its Beloved.

by Marian Kelley
of Hereford, AZ
January 17, 1968