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Wrathful rage of burning sun Feeds the life of blooming earth The love that grows the hapless child Left without it withers, harms One hand is the ultimate wrath And on other is his selfless love And perhaps it is but by design Calamities are a fact of life How can one ignore his wrath And decline share of love received Light to redemption an unusual blend - From Journey to the Land of the Prophet Image from