You intoxicate me, I wander aimless like a drunkard,
About to choke or burst from all the joy I’ve plundered.
And if so, amen, for you’re my hopeful destination,
And I buckle to the fear of you exceeding expectation.
A spring dances tirelessly deep within my centre,
The salve of eternal life and teacher of your splendour.
Propped up by mercy, others baffled by my speech,
Drunk on great love, staggering in great peace.
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 