To the Sun


 O let your shining orb grow dim,

Of Christ the mirror and the shield,

That I may gaze through you to Him,

See half the miracle revealed,

And in your seven hues behold

The Blue Man walking on the sea;

The Green, beneath the summer tree,

Who calles the children; then the Gold,

with pams; the Orange, flaring bold

with scourges; Purple in the garden

(As Greco saw); and then the Red

Torero (Him who took the toss

And rode the black horns of the cross –

But rose snow-silver from the dead!)

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