Brother Of The Voice Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am the brother of the Voice
on Horeb heard

I am the father of tempests and
tragedies at sea

I wreak mischief but I be not vindictive

I unsettle seas and winds and lives
and countries

I wind through towns and cities modern
age

I make obstacle on obstacle to discoverers

I sow the seeds of fear in thinkers
bold

I pass by graves and tombs; they open up
and the skeletons yield

I am the King of Cemetery after Cemetery
and flee at Dawn