Bred to a life of astringent soil
and receiving homage of the loined
future, his nomadic kin and royal
counterparts hailed him, enjoined
of his meekness final authority.
Suppressed rejoicing the constant
of his everlasting reign, free
as milk and honey the defiant
wisdom, broad his people’s brow.
Time surrendered in the met moment
of scattered fragments, suddenly found
and fondled by a blind celebrant.
Fruit of those loins, believing even now
that of God and Angels some are sent.