BY JEREMIAH PEEBLES

BY JEREMIAH PEEBLES

*Ancient Ethiopian for water

The blessed tears fall from the eyes of God, Bought forth by the Prophet who struck the rock; That which blesses our fields; graces our sod, These sheddings o’ God bring gifts to our dock; To it do we owe our navy and crop, Yet it too topples kingdoms near and far, When its full wrath is shown then all will stop. It destroys, its storms; our land it does scar. The tears of our God will convey his wrath, And from them we know his approbation. So to them we listen and learn our path, So we might gain Divine Ordination. To God be the Glory for gifts of rain, For him we protect this earthly domain.

DRAWING BY PETER QIU The Two Wolves