January Sun

Not a cloud in the sky

And I will not ask why

Through winter cold

If the sun gets bold

I feel the presence

Of God’s pleasance

Within and without

I have not a doubt

That on this day

‘Tis a miracle display

When rays do shine

As sun and earth align

Bringing the heat

Which we greet

Reverently with awe

Stark and raw

It is a beacon

Resting, not weaken’d