Alas, dear sun, your light is lost,
In the fog of wintry revelation,
O lowly earthen lamp you are,
The one true hope of salvation.
Alas I was distracted by,
The glory of your glare and glow,
And I ignored my faithful lamp,
Which burns but softly, steady and slow.
Perhaps my hatred was but a dream,
And my love eclipsed by pride,
For the chilly winds of the truth have blown,
My misconceptions aside.