Akhil Sankurathri Poet Quatern

The Children of the Sun

The lights are out tonight,
But our struggles still ignite
The hay of hope, like hearth
Amidst the cold and dark.

To the temples in the sky,
For Heaven-on-Earth we cry.
We're our own Kingdom Come,
For we're the Children of the Sun.

The sinners passing by
Might greet us with goodbye.
Is it their guns against us might?
They wouldn't stand against our light.

Come Hell or Highwater,
With our sons and our daughters
We'll stand together as one,
For we're the Children of the Sun.

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Beata Agustin September 23, 2024 at 9:37 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Mahtab Bangalee January 16, 2019 at 4:43 AM wonderful poem

Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2019 at 11:02 PM Akhil, welcome to Poetry Soup. I enjoyed your poem but especially this part: "We're our own Kingdom Come, For we're the Children of the Sun." Beautifully done my friend!