Prophet Without Honour

He could send torrents
in the desert;
turn night
into day;  
yield meat
without treasury

But only those afar
treasured these gifts
Because he was a prophet

Far beyond his years
he would utter wisdom

But they would not
drink from his well
Because he was a prophet

And prophets
are without honour
where they come from.

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