The sun this morning, a headlight
in the side mirror of my car,
tailgated me and everyone -
down on earth, checking out it's planetary
domain, it's summer home of living things.
Like God.
The sun drove close enough to tap
the bumper, like God taps my shoulder
every morning -
sun, so warm, like God's embrace throughout the day -
sun, curious and loving, like God through Michael,
gazing at me from across the table, smiling.
I think the sun must be God's younger sibling,
not asking for us to bow down, only asking us
to love.