Write the words, messenger of God.

Let the light of your fingertips,

though marred with sweat and quaking,

dress the page, dispel the darkness.

Dark beings whisper in your ear.

“See the scientists, the doctors?

You’ve no money, fame, or glory,

just meaningless letters, phrases . . .”

Your treasure glimmers forever,

doesn’t dissipate in darkness.

Abandon not your dream of old.

Don’t neglect your heavenly post.

Compose ev’ry line, warrior.

Knock the arrow in your quiver;

Shoot the volley of love, of faith,

against the army of evil.