The Crying River

Touch the rising mist of cherry smiles Herald cries of joyous miracles aflight, Echo brisk allure of God’s spearing light Cry in the bosom of Abraham’s seed Refrain the ways of fame and greed; Yield to peace though hate overrules Intimidate the wicked with warm arms Negate adversarial luck and vain charm, Glorify the brooks flowing quietly still Rise early...saturate thy heart with prayer Inquire of strangers who hunger and thirst, Verily your works of love shall surely rise first Entertain the need of God’s angels unaware Rejoice in eternity from life’s pain and tear.