The Parable of the Sun

A little girl stared at me and asked

“How, in the morning,

can the sun be shining so bright

while its light dims at night?”

At this query,

to the child I told

“It is because, sweetie, he has to rise again

even when he knows he would fall at dusk from dawn.”

“Is it just like

how I would run

— even after I

just fell to the ground?”

I looked back at her

and grinned, thinking

that she caught up something

from the sun that at that time

was already rising.

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