Testimony- Part 4
I am woven of threads if love and lust and longing-
Of anger and envy and hate seasoned by forgiveness.
I am nerve ends exposed and a fortress guarded.
I am made, not born, and I sing through a soul
Yaweh graces with both bitter roots and honey.
However inharmonic the melody, however minor
Key, I sing the songs I have been given to sing.
I am poet. I can do aught else.