If I had the affinity or felt the need to worship and pray, it had to be to the sun and rain. Nature bursts at its seams into blossoms washed and scented under the sun’s golden glare and the rain's sweetness. In the evening, silently glides away smudging a water colour wash on the horizon leaving us bereft in the dark to return on shimmering wings in the morning..
It is understandable and makes sense, that so many early cultures have worshipped the sun.
Mankind has taken a mighty step back when they invented a godlike or many godlike persons and erected monuments to them, churches, cathedrals, Synagogues, elaborate places, to go there to pray to their chosen deity.
Sol regit omnia; The sun rules over everything.
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