Ambitious memory

Memory a wonderful sun
Shining on us bringing us back to who we are
Taking us from our clay bowls to steel pots
Gruel to soup, paths to streets

Shine on me grand sun
on my dreams and deeds
on my challenges and conflicts
wake me to the purpose

We have learned to love and hate
and here on earth put so much meaning into those emotions
Great sun lighting the days so that we may remember them
follow me each hour as god's spotlight

For I like some mortal men thirst for more...
I have an appetite for the cosmos itself