Eternity is present to the soul
That pain brings to the light. I follow fate
On which my will will freely dance. My bowl
Is filled with spirit. I will not debate
With God for what He’s given me—a voice
That speaks in only truth, in poetry
That sings. Come sing along. Come sing, rejoice
In all the complex love that makes us free.
You thirst? I pour out what has overflowed
The bowl God filled. There’s more than you can know—
Perhaps I cannot speak all that God showed,
And I am but a rhyming afterglow.
I am the moon who in the night will pour
The light out of my bowl to show the door.
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