I shall set mountains
Before my children
To temper their
Sharp blades of faith,
And thresh from their hearts
The mustard seeds that grow
Unto the doubtless.
Then shall I deliver worthily
That which is unseen,
For the time shall soon cometh
When the mountains are all moved away
That the true voices of Zion
Shall speak in my name,
With indignance and power
For Peace.
7-28-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting write; nicely done.