It is not that the Sun is a god,
but a gravitational force that draws,
that shines in constant grace, age after age,
millennium upon millennium,
lighting the dark with a borrowed moon,

through all our ancestry,
with a gentle touch that warms,
and an impetuous flame that burns,

even when forgotten,
it is only the Sun in its multiform grace,
constant, lifting the planets through space,
a primordial constant, guiding Your course
since the creator's first touch.

It is not that the Earth is a Mother,
but Love that nurtures, constant,
that keeps us bound, made one with Your air,
that inspires us all,

a steady love that gives us home and ground,
with feet secure and peaceful where we're found,
for having a place where we belong

but it is that this form of love
is infinite, immanent in Your transcendent reign,
since the dawn of a dreaming God.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Daedalan, in the year 1000 AF.