Winter Prayer to the Sun

All through the growing season it was you whose light allowed the growing:
How can we not praise you, here in the darkness?
All through the growing season it was you whose heat allowed the growing:
How can we not praise you, here in the cold?
All through the growing season it was through your heat and light that there was growing at all:
How then can we not praise you, standing here in the cold and darkness,
even as our souls cry for heat and light:
You are found even when hidden.