poetry, Writing

Even The Soul Needs Sunshine 🌞

The soul of a man awoke in a rage, so angry at the clouds and the way they behaved.

They refused to yield warmth or share any light, and would steal slowly from this Muse, many joys of this life.

His human charge toiled, from morning to night, completely unaware of this internal fight. Born to this land, he knew of no other and held no grudges for the behavior of the weather.

The soul then prayed, to Zeus on high, for permission to leave and escape from this life, to again feel the sun and basque in its rays, to be free of this cold and earthly place.

Zeus pondered the query, quite sadly surprised. Your question unkind and I hope you’re not proud, for without you he’d perish and be buried deep in the ground; all this because you don’t like the way, that the clouds block the sun, many times each day.

Then leave him behind, with spite the soul cried out, as the man could care less if we ever see light.

I’m bored with this charge, please find a new muse, perhaps one who’s more patient in this cloud filled world. I could then be free of this earthly bond, and live here on Olympus of which I’m quite fond.

In fury Zeus rose, for he was not amused. You two are as one, so this man, you won’t lose! And to the awful question that you foolishly pose; Without hesitation, my answer is no!

A respite you want, maybe the sea you would choose, but life is not easy for a heavenly muse. He is your charge and that’s what’s to be, you will not come to Olympus and you will not live near me!

Zeus stormed away, his lightning in hand. Who is this soul who would make such a demand! He paused for a moment, as his anger abates and returns to the soul, who kneeling, still waits. He whispers the following and then walks away, for his patience is waning and he has many to see, later today.

The soul, now ashamed, repeats what he’s heard, “Do council him wisely and teach him what’s right, for only together will you find the true path to light.” The soul then returns to suffer his fate, finding his charge, fast asleep on a cold cloudy night.

 

Opinions, Writing

The sun, Only Fools Believe…

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We once believed in the sun, believed it to be devine. A god, if you will. But it was foolish to believe in the sun, to worship the sun.

Though it’s ancient presence brings comfort and peace to those who seek the warmth of its glow.

To our world, it brings life.

Hope seems to live within its light, reminding us that each morning begins a new day.

It’s glorious rise bringing illumination to our path, as evil withdraws to the shadows, hiding until darkness returns.

And those without vision can easily feel it’s presence. Those who believe in nothing, need only step outside.

On cloudy days, we long for it’s return. Our soul withers without it’s fiery glow.

To believe in the sun’s rise, requires very little faith. The sun asks us for nothing, requires nothing and desires nothing. It is beyond mans’ control, influence and will. It does not bargain, forgive and cannot be bought; it simply exists; simply.

But we do not “believe” in the sun. We “believe” in what we cannot see, touch or physically feel. We believe in the words and writings of man. We believe in faith, in God, The Son, and a promise that if we continue to believe and if we obey, we will go the heaven and look down upon the sun.

We once believed in the sun. But that was too simple.