You are sunlight, radiant,
as necessary for life to grow upwards
and yet brutal as it beats upon white sands!
Tell me O Adversary,
when is your thankless job done,
when do you rest?
Is it the period of night of the soul
when we think we are abandoned,
lost under distant light and mere reflections?
Does the Accuser rest between
each storm, each rain, each cutting,
as He shapes the experience of life?
You are life-giving, life-taker,
the creator of suffering,
the constant challenge of life.
We wander through deserts and forests
and you do your job O Adversary as always,
taunting and tempting us with visions of samsara.
With little gratitude do we see
the thankless job of the Adversary,
that puts us on task and trial while the heart yet beats.
Radiant as the sun He may be,
He is cruel suffering under the desert sun
but we are desperate for warmth as winter breathes.
No one thanks the Sun
and they take it all for granted,
only begging for its return during the long night.