Fruit for strength

i was the fruit

of Divine Power's womb.

nothing is tomb,

for i live with eternal life.

I, invisible in wicked eyes

grooving in plains

of sleeping rocks and

tossing waves, am standing

as rare diamond.

you found me betwixt

genesis and revelation,

alpha and omega, life and death,

bursting i am in thy core,

I am thy hidden arms

blessed you are.

swarthy clouds fall

like avalanche.

burning eyes of dulcet storm

runs to thee.

wear me so, not ye iron suit

wounded be, if you aim to be a gold-

tested by fire

trust me

i am sooth, brave wisdom.

escape is shame,

be craven not

man of silver

for God feeds your inner strength

a pure apple--me.