Your words surf through time and distil upon paper,
Like the blessing of rain upon the faces of nature.
Encompassing our lives like the seas to the islands,
Bestilled for the meek but a flood for the tyrants.
Your Word’s a blazing lamp, I see its burns in our past,
Flames chewing up the kindling we hide in our hearts.
Like heat from the sun giving growth to the seed,
And the fire for a frozen man lost in his need.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 