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