The Son As The Sun Poem by Graeme Rossouw

As you begin to ready yourself for rest
After conquering the night with heavenly zest
And leading the day along its enlightened way
I see your presence taking a bronzed golden form
Illuminating the multi-coloured canvas on display
Covered creatively by the colours of your easel
With which you so eloquently elaborate
Provide and reveal
The very essence of our daily life
Indeed, in triumph your beauty radiates
As if you in light with alliteration alight
The remnants of your procession
Before we lose your invaluable sight,
With the encroaching fading of today’s light,
Your joyous gait beats the dark´s nocturnal depression

Then in victory you lay yourself down,
In union, gloriously
Beneath the rising lowly ground
You sink to sleep,
While the shadows begin to grow
Into a combined dark black whole
Challenged only by your reflected silver light
Given off even in your rest
As more of a testimony of your unconquerable might
Against the darkness you still do protest

Until, just after the coldest hours,
Seemingly lacking of your great power
You burst forth through the awaiting sky,
Causing the night in flight to flee and die,
Rising again from your much deserved rest
Sending your bright golden rays
With which the world to bless
Invigorating, inspiring and giving us life
And awaking us into the awakened day
As Your new Procession in our vision is displayed,
Finally do you lead us in our newly awakening ways