with the Sun, delight

I guess I'm on a bit of a poetry kick these days and I don't mind at all. I hope you don't either. I finished reading "The Singer" by Calvin Miller at the same time that the song, "Come and Sing" by Brooks Ritter (see yesterday) was repeating on my ipod. To put it shortly: after (what could have been merely) a frustrating day, I realized something... If all I accomplished today was getting myself to that beautiful throne to join in the angels' song, then that would be just fine. If I made it there and just really belted out my heart full of gratitude, then this day was alive. This song just kind of bubbled out of that joy.

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with the Sun, delight

straightaway I run 

to chase the kite

whipping, whirling forward 

in silent skyward flight

I run without care

abandoned and free

I race through golden rays

and dance the Sun with me

like a child to a mystery

I'll follow you on

like a melody to a symphony

I'll listen close the song

like a dawn to a day 

like a weekend to get away

like my heart to love

I'll follow you on

over flower meadows 

my chest heaves with defeat

the flimsy fantasy

seems to escape in repeat

I run heavy on

one sweet thought on my mind

I race the golden rays 

and with the Sun I'll dine

oh I'll race the golden waves

and with the Sun I'll dine

I run, careening careless 

with face stretched toward the bright

I race the golden waves

and with the Sun delight

I race the golden waves

and with the Sun delight