Micah W.M. Leo

Vista, California

A naturalized citizen from China and a Christian converted from Buddhism, a soldier in WWII, a student of Science and Arts, a professor of Chemistry, an editor-in-chief of several periodicals, a columnist of the China Post and the Agape Herald, the founder and president of the Christ Society of Poets and the editor-in-chief of the Today's Psalms, a winner of several poetry contests, including the Poets' Choice of Award of the Fifth International Society of Poets Convention held in Washington, D.C., a husband to Priscilla, a father to Tabitha and Caleb, and grandpa to Rachel, Josiah and Caleb Micah, I am indebted to my God for all. Thus all my works are dedicated to God for His Honor and Glory!

The Rivers Of Blood
I walk along the Rivers of Blood,
The Rivers tell the Stories of Mankind.
I see man's inhumanity to man,
I see rapes of young girls and old woman.
I see hangings of slaves in the hands of masters;
I see killings of brothers by the hands of brothers.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep,
Night after night the Rivers cry and weep.

I walk along the Rivers of Blood,
The Rivers tell the Stories of Mankind.
I see Adam and Eve first;
I see Cain and Abel next.
I see the Sin and the Fall;
I see the hate and the kill.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep;
Night after night the Rivers cry and weep.

I walk along the Rivers of Blood,
The Rivers tell the Stories of Mankind.
I see bodies of children and adults
I see remains of infants and fetuses.
I see waves, rapids, ripples and foams rushing;
I see the black, white, yellow, and brown floating.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep;
Night after night the Rivers cry and weep.

I walk along the Rivers of Blood,
The Rivers tell the Stories of Mankind.
I see a stranger coming from Galilee;
I see Him carrying a cross to Calvary.
I see, He is crucified as my personal Savior.
I see His blood mingling with ours in the water.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep;
Night after night the Rivers cry and weep.

I still walk along the Rivers of Blood;
The Rivers tell the History of Brotherhood.
I see the Sun rising from the waters;
I see flowers dancing beyond the rivers.
I see the Fountain of Living Water flowing;
I see Love and Grace and Faith blooming.
The Rivers of Blood running wide and deep;
Day by day the Rivers sing Peace and Hope.