child of the sun

woke up this morning drenched in sunlight
RA, on his chariot, calling...

"awake, child, and to my voice hearken
live with a purpose, my purpose take as your own
to warm, to nourish, yes, even to scorch
for in this task you have been chosen
not due to merit, but to fate"

a vessel of power, not powerful in itself
god in person, reveling in humanity
palms upturned, healing sent forth
freshly awakened, the child of the sun