A Call to Worship
by Amelia Rogers
Still these heavenly seas you sail each day,
Oh Falcon of the sky; forever King!
It is no longer you to whom we pray
To ease our pain, or end our suffering.
What gods need we who can make our own light?
With fire in our hands we boldly play.
Yet still for us you battle through the night,
Return each morning, ruler of the day.
Who now looks to your fiery face in awe?
Anaxagorus told us what you are!
Though looking we see what the Pharaohs saw;
We see no deity, only a star.
Yet mortal cannot meet immortal eye
So we must turn our faces from the sky.
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Amelia is 19 years old. She is a prairie girl, from Regina, Saskatchewan. She likes to play with words. She likes to order them, rearrange them, analyze them, make them fit together in ways that cause big explosions or little smiles. She is a student of linguistics. When she grows up she would like to save all the world's endangered languages from extinction. She is very ambitious. She also likes to write.