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