ORATIO
I offered my hands to the God of the Sun.
Blinking light crisscrossed the river; one
million salient points on the move together.
I'd known this all before, had seen it, had
walked it along. Not one to be outdone,
I tried making my way to the front,
yet everything else was in the way.
I lifted my eyes to Heaven, and
tried singing some hymn of praise.
I opened my mouth, but nothing
would come out. My paean to
Creation was over.
The God of the
Sun had left.
I offered my hands to the God of the Sun.
Blinking light crisscrossed the river; one
million salient points on the move together.
I'd known this all before, had seen it, had
walked it along. Not one to be outdone,
I tried making my way to the front,
yet everything else was in the way.
I lifted my eyes to Heaven, and
tried singing some hymn of praise.
I opened my mouth, but nothing
would come out. My paean to
Creation was over.
The God of the
Sun had left.
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