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.