I spoke with the sun today and he said to tell you that he loves you.

He said he hopes your always turning toward him, not away, as you spin to keep your balance in the universe.
He said he loves everything about you, your mountains and rivers, your glaciers and forests and all the beautiful lights that play upon the surface of you. He hasn't seen those lights because his love for you is so bright. The little gems that breath and dance are hard for him to see. He's heard about this part of you from the moon and stars.

They make poetry about the color of your soul as it moves upon the surface, swims beneath the waves, and flies through the air.
What he can't see because his love is so bright, he hears about from those who, like he does, look always to you.
Your beauty travels in stories, told across the vast and quiet spaces in the poetry of heavenly bodies.

He loves you best though, he says, and lives as close as he can to you.

I spoke to the sun today, and then I made this prayer for you.

I pray that all the blessing in the world fall on you and wash over you like clear sweet water, and the wind brings you the fragrance of distant blooms. I pray you stand out in the open tonight, so the moon and stars can see you and be blessed by the light of your soul.

Move slowly through the day so that all who love you get an extra moment with you.
The world woke up today looking forward to seeing you, and like me, will miss you until I do.

The sun sends his light and love to you, while he waits to hear about the light in you, and listens to the story of the soul he cannot see.