Sun-God
If god lived in the sun she’d send her friends
a chariot of bubbling gas ablaze;
wheels of turning heat and burning reins of haze:
dynamism to carry off her ends.
The seat fabricate from sheer brace of power,
the floor ignites with planes of burnished flame,
the sun gives power to shape and nail the frame,
all conflagration to extol god’s hour.
If god lived in the sun she’d thaw the one
hamstrung in the gospel frozen from fears,
love hobbled in the cold, paused and icy tears;
her church where nothing may be done.
Defiant, Elisha followed him to fire,
felt heat and life, blessed with fierce love entire.
Ted Witham
- 2 Kings 2:1-12
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