I started thinking about the Sun and how we worship it. George Harrison wrote one of the best Beatles songs about it, some 60 years ago. It’s still lyrical, has not lost any of its warmth, and like the Sun, is timeless. And the Myth of Phaeton, son of the Greek Sun God Helios, is one of the foundations of western thought, giving us a potent image of the human psyche: Reason as the charioteer, and the two horses, one black and one white, the opposing human drives, perhaps an early image of the bicameral mind?
The spring sun has brought all this on; I hope you enjoy it.
Morning Sun Worship
A singeing Sunday morning sun is blasting on
My ageing skin basking in heat/Winter has fled and what’s the use
Of asking what we’re doing here
Consider the snowdrops
Just for one morning/Let me be a sun worshipper
How about the Egyptian Sun God Ra/So powerful he created everything
Ta Da!
Even himself
Consider the twittering birds
Ra knew nothing of other gods/I can google them
And find Helios, the Greek one/Who had a rebellious son
Phaeton who took the horses/That draw the Sun across the Heavens in a chariot
And lost control
Consider Phaeton
Zeus had to kill him to restore order/Order and good government
And my mother always said/Ordering is half of life
Ordnung ist das halbe leben
She was right but
Consider the sacrifice
We forgot that the God of Order/Demands sacrificial slaughter
The Ancients understood this cosmic/Law and the Aztecs spilled human blood
on a special stone we contemplate with awe/It was their big deal
Consider the story but/Consider only the Sun is real
I can only find one word to express feelings about your comprehensive and artistic "Sunday Poem" Monika : Fabulous!
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