Mystic Sun

Published on September 9, 2017

Mystic Sun

Mystic Sun

I am lit by the rays of a Mystic Sun
Travelling from afar, the limbs of the One.

To my mind and senses they do lend
A covert support, an ability to fend.

Often my walk is unsteady, speech falters
My heart barren, mind on strange altars.

All is bedlam and of method bereft
Who then props me and my daily craft?

When on edge and I know no way
Then comes a Blue-Hand that bids me stay.

My unfailing companion is this Mystic Sun
And I an eager subject of His vast dominion.