Our Story, Their Technology
I
I was walking in India's jungle (Dehra Dun)
At the Himalayan foothills, alone
Ten thousand years before Christ was born
I spied a plant, barely a meter tall
Graced with red and green fruit: "May I?"
I prayed to the gods before taking or tasting
Both were pungent; tears jumped to my eyes
But I felt elated. With permission, took five
To the village shaman, brahmin, Tulsi Das Ji
After a few days, he told me "CAPSICUM!"
We had discovered the anti-depressant, Chilli
I thanked the gods I had not died in my science
Of looking, abetting, praying, tasting, seeking
Tulsi Das would make self-healing with food
After growing more plants from the red seeds:
He (and I) had discovered Masala, hot pepper spice
For you and me. No, thanks, no royalties required
II
Nine thousand years ago, a mother was desperate
Chatal Huyuk, was her village, in Turkey of today
She walked through fields and veld, scouring all
With eyes and prayers, asking Creator gods to help
Find something to feed her children. She heard Him
(She did not know it was YAH, the great I Am)
She found herself in a field of grass, rich in amber grain
She was wise to have already used barley, with stones
To make flour and bread. But This was WHEAT - better bread
Was ahead for all, everywhere, for she too asked no patent
She, a mother, in sacrifice gave the world bread
Heralding Jesus, BREAD OF HEAVEN, the manna in wilderness
The Body in the Communion, to feed us inside and out. Praises!
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