To the Sun;
How can you keep rising
beholding all you do?
Why still do you shed your light
seeing all thats done under you?
Generation after generation,
you go on arching overhead,
watching from on high
as the living become the dead.
How can you keep silent,
will all you behold from the skies?
How is it that we hear no sound,
do you stifle all your cries?
No one would blame you,
if you spun away in wrath,
if you veered away in anger
from your ancient vaulted path.
Regardless of earth’s depravity,
you have persevered and kept your peace,
despite the mounting sins of man,
and evil that does not cease.
Surely you have been grieved
by our transgressions as we pass around,
You stand by in your silence,
like a witness gagged and bound.
No one could blame you,
if you came down from on high,
if burning you consumed us,
in indignation blazing from the sky.
Do you indeed keep silent watch,
patient with the affront that is our race?
Or does He daily comfort you
and restrain you in your place?
