SUN ARRAYS HIMSELF
Over the lip of the earth
broke into night the sun.
A little cloud
.. a baby herald
ran and told everyone.
Each little cloud soon
caught the sun.
Each little cloud stopped
Babe Ruth's home run.
Himself sun arrays
in His own rays
and as He arises
and all birds He rouses
His rays are of
pink and purple and rose.
(to Michael B. C.)