Noon Prayer to the Sun

You, rising in the morning, in all that glory,
seem in my memory to have been a small thing beside you,
shining, have risen to your greatest glory,
to your greatest height above our land,
there in the South.
Fill the hands that, empty cups, reach for you with some small part of that glory,
small enough for a human to handle.
I bring my light-encrusted hands in toward my heart,
where they overflow, filling me with those captured rays of yours,
filling me with the life that your invincible searing, which none can resist,
gives to living things.