All praise to you, Unconquered Sun!
All praise, all praise, our closest star.
Without you we are nothing, ended, done.
Without you we are a ball of ice.
We roam the fields of space, rocks and dust,
Spiralling as we travel afar.
We follow you because we must,
Because we love you, light above.
We are foolish specks on a small ball,
And you grip us with your love,
You hold us with your call.
You pour your light and heat out,
Graciously, generously giving of yourself,
Your radiation is a glad shout
In the dark and bitter wastes of space.
Your wind of particles slams into our air
You are violent restless gas, ever-churning.
At any moment we could be burning
In a solar flare or solar storm
And yet you usually just keep us warm.
One day it will end badly for you as well.
One day you will darken and swell
Eating our planet like candy.
Later you’ll explode and become small and white
And Uranus may show life, or Pluto might…
By then we will be long gone.
But just now, mighty wonderful Sun,
You push back the waves of dark and cold
And until you too grow old
Our only shield from death is your light.
Blessed be, Almighty Sun!