Volume 15, Number 03, Summer, 1997


The Course of the Sun

J. Peter Saint-Andre

How high, we ask, has the sun yet climbed?
We wonder, hope, but do not know.
No other star we can see so shines,
And yet perhaps it's only show.

It can seem our star has risen far
At some times and in some respects;
But then past glory or future hope
Becomes all that our world reflects.

Except the troubled ascent of man
The world's not seen a sun like this,
That rises, and falls, to rise again –
Abyss to bliss to precipice.

Yet looking closely the mind discerns
That, even when our sun goes dark,
In the molten core a fire burns,
Ignited by an ageless spark.

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