Musings of the Sun

This morning walking the dog, I was inspired by the rising sun to write the following. Enjoy.

1. The Chicago sun woke. Like a tarnished crown it crept slowly past the concrete curtain. “This is it’s walk of shame,” I thought, “for a promiscuous night among the stars blanketed in the darkest sins.” But it repented to the sky and the clouds skulked from its glory. At high noon I had the revelation, “This is the halo of humanity singing across the heavens and we are pleased.”

2. My sun stirs in her womb. It’s heart rises and rests below hers. I no longer know east or west, north or south as all direction comes from her. Her future is my altar at which I wish for riches beyond wealth. I wish for health. I wish for miraculous laughter and a smile’s salvation. She turns my dreams into prayers. She is my king and my queen. She is the babe that made me god of a universe I feel to small to fathom. She is too large for my heart; too heavy for my thoughts. She is the completion of my life. I am the divine father of a future I feel too human to protect. The beginning of my forever rolls in her womb.