You are my King, my David, you make me proud
I hear your psalms of love here clear and loud
your words, like honey, soothe my soul
your songs strum softly as I scroll
and quiver cords deep in my heart
of long gone dreams and old past hurts
like beacon bright in darkest night
a timeless truth so pure so light
of Man and Eve, The Absolute,
in Eden Garden seeding fruit.

Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 14, 2024