Famine I have known
Hunger, the salt we may need
Cast from the cosmic sea
Impact on an earthly being
Forged a tool, healed a wound
Born to bear my own cross
Tough bark under the North moss
In draught and plague
A harvest to sustain
A solar flow through my veins
Welcoming the guide, past to present sight
Honing its piercing light, conjuring balanced might
Heavy breath, gift of life
Girded with the old words, graced with their might
In draught and plague
A harvest to sustain
A solar flow through my veins
Sunfire shower
Flooding down
From the fire life is sprung
Hoping hand stretched high
A reach in wait, kneeling in gratefulness
So it came to the one in need
To strike a humbled creature
Descending from a burning sky
Touching the absence of light
Still grateful in the pits where I have fallen
Even in the shame where I have lain
Crossing the suffering lands
Blistered and worn hands
Beholden to grip my will once again
In draught and plague
A harvest to sustain
A solar flow through my veins
