The sun rises again.
The Sun Rises Again.
And the sun shines on the third day. As it ever does.
The old songs mean something again.
And our hearts beat loud and clear for all.
Let the healing continue.
This adventure we have undergone was great,
and the adventures we will go on tomorrow will be great.
As the adventures of those that came before us were great.
Let the sun shine on the third day anew.
Let the sun wash over the field of our ordeal and cleanse us,
shine on us,
bring another tomorrow to us.
Though worn and weary, come to the end of this third day and behold that light, and be grateful.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you for your warmth.
Thank you for your gentle light.
Thank you for your life-giving power.
Let us use it wisely.
Sept. 2010 \ Photo Attribution
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Ahh!
Hating on the Sun is a hard role in life to play.
It's sort of like protesting Winter. You can rail against it all you like, but you're not that big of a deal to it, in the grand scheme of things.
Love the Sun for what it is, and change the things around you that you can to make your time in it as joyful as you can, Pete.
Hater be hatin'
Maybe I hate the sun because it gets to spend all it's time outdoors... and I don't.
Also, winter is good. It builds character. Like all suffering does.
Hater be changed!
Winter is good. But it's not the suffering that builds character; its your response to it.
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Hate
I hate when the sun blinds me, or when it makes it too hot. Besides that, I think there should be sun. Just less of it sometimes.