Crooked little branch in its private reach,
Unable to learn and so unfit to teach.
Shedding its leaves in the season of blossom,
Unsightly, unkempt, unsynchronised begotten.
Crooked little branch in his hopeful reaching,
Slow in understanding and hasty in teaching.
Naked of all strength whilst others are blossoming,
Mercifully upheld by the one who has begotten him.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 