[The poem I wrote for my father's funeral service.]
Every day our sun rises to shine.
And when the sun shines, it gives us Life.
It nurtures and feeds us and helps us grow.
And when the sun shines, it gives us Light.
It gives us knowledge and direction,
And helps us see our way.
And when the sun shines, it gives us warmth.
It offers us peace and can give us great joy.
And our daily sun shines so bright, that it continues to give us Life, and Light, and Warmth—
And we continue to grow, to see our way,
To find peace and have joy—
Long after the sun itself has set.