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.
0h, 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