The Sun

Even if we can’t look at it
We still mold its image in our minds
Shifting, changing it to suit our stance
Fashioning it as we need it to be
Because it comes every day
We can fail its truth and say
I know what is there
I know what will come
I serve it well enough
Even if we really don’t know it at all
Even if we don’t respect it enough
But because it is there every day
We will have just enough to live by
Until we know
Everything is connected
And the sun’s arrival
Is purely a miracle