Psalms 151 Poem by Charles Wamuti

Curseth thee o ye knowledge junkie,
For the peace of thine lord eludes you,
From loving hands of his concord grace,
Thou art cast into turmoil of pursuit,
And like a wanderer under the desert sun,
So wilt thou knowledge junkie roam.

It shall be written, "Seek and thou shall find"
But, o thee knowledge junkie, seeking you will,
However, thee shan't find,
And like a man on a desolate land,
Thou shall tire worn out under the lonely bush,
For thus shall be thine comfort,
Under the land of the angry sun and ranging sandstorm.

And when it is dark and grim,
Echo's from thine days long gone by whisper,
"That even thou walketh in the valley of shadow of death",
And thou shall sigh in comfort smile.