PS 128

Sometimes I feel like
The Great Impersonator
When writing these words

I've tried to honor
I have tried to give you praise
Please see through these lines

The veil must be laid
Your wife like a fruitful vine
Daughters are the wine 

Merging with olives
The pressings are fruits of dreams
In such a strange state

May the LORD bless you (~Psalm 128:5)
From Zion filling the sheathes
Resurgent Power

Resurrection faith
Family both strong and poignant
Time and time again

Our tools are all primed 
There is power in the word 
Life's Spirit breathes through

May you be humble
Underneath The Starry Night
May we be humble

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