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UNMOVED MOVER - Michael Achile Umameh
He thirsts for my prayer
not for my blood
He is appeased by my love
not by my death
for deep wounds, a deeper love
His answer, finds my prayer.
The wine of his power
pour in full strength
into the cup of his Word;
Prophetic spirit in Aggadah
Priestly voice in Halakhah
Kingly fire in Rhema
Spoke forth existence
Trees behind trees
hedge here, Oaks there
seas before sands
Sun here, stars there
Beasts after the least
Let us appreciate the firefly
for cold light, on old night
Ancestors of nature; mountains
eldest daughter of spring; fountain
Sing, sing, one of Eden’s songs
the sea of doubt fled,
as the forest of fantasies heard
anthem’s fiery vision of
The foster children of Valhalla
Laud the forge,
The redeemer of man,
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