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Greeting The Morning Sun

By John I. Blair

Like every living thing on Earth
I depend for my existence
On the fiery ball that greets me every dawn.

Itís more than 90 million miles away
Yet so hot that on a summerís day
I cannot take exposure unprotected.

From our start the human race
Has known this orb
Could sizzle us in moments.

Small wonder we should find
Terror has a place in worship.

©2017 John I. Blair, 9/16/2017

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