Hail, sunbeam, full of rays! I feel like Gabriel; I name thee. I don’t call you into existence: I lack such power, but I name thee. Would I know you without a name? I would feel warmth, but never know the warmer. Yet now with your name… I conceive. You are born to me, and your name shall be sunlight. Sun: I know where you came from, that you left your home in the heavens. Light: You ceased to be known as hydrogen. E=MC2 You became other so that you might visit me here. I also know— because I know your name— that you are still in some sense hydrogen. MC2=E Warm upon my aging skin, less pliant than it was at 25, less brittle than it will be at 80, I contemplate you: Back and forth forever: Wave and particle, E=MC2 communicatio idiomatum. I wonder that… I am, you are. How can this be? The Lord is with me.