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I have a testimony. It is that I am whole.
These changes I have sought I have also wrought. I have chased and faced and unlaced them. I have placed them between myself and the powers of darkness (to paraphrase Ursula LeGuin).
I spread my life out before me, like cards on a table, like a feast for the multitude, like crumbs. It does not suffer in the light of scrutiny. It sings and dips and swims and pierces onward toward morning. My life is a wayward walk toward humble.
Come with me to the place where the water welcomes. We will sit in the heat, swirling together our lives, our stories and our limbs. I will kiss you back. I will risk my cool to hear you cry out in satisfaction. I will feel as if I don't know how to effect your release, but I will listen and move and feel and follow you to that place.
The road and I had a talk today about the wind, behind its back. The wind knew we were conspiring, but it held its council until the afternoon, when it unleashed a northerly. Sometimes the wind and the road lie down together in peace, and sometimes they quarrel, but find the easy place again.
There is peace in a saddlebag. There is comfort in a roadsign. There is the ribbon of the road, the washing of the water, the morning promontory.
There is strong like only some show.
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There's godlike
And warlike
And strong
Like only some show
And there's sad like
And madlike
And had
Like we know
But by my life be I spirit
And by my heart be I woman
And by my eyes be I open
And by my hands be I whole
They say slowly
Brings the least shock
But no matter how slow I walk
There are traces
Empty spaces
And doors and doors of locks
But by my life be I spirit
And by my heart be I woman
And by my eyes be I open
And by my hands be I whole
You young ones
You're the next ones
And I hope you choose it well
Though you try hard
You may fall prey
To the jaded jewel
But by your lives be you spirit
And by your hearts be you women
And by your eyes be you open
And by your hands be you whole
Listen, there are waters
Hidden from us
In the maze we find them still
We'll take you to them
You take your young ones
May they take their own in turn
But by your lives be you spirit
And by your hearts be you women
And by your eyes be you open
And by your hands be you whole
Testimony, by Ferron
Copyright © 1980 Nemesis Publishing, All Rights Reserved
These changes I have sought I have also wrought. I have chased and faced and unlaced them. I have placed them between myself and the powers of darkness (to paraphrase Ursula LeGuin).
I spread my life out before me, like cards on a table, like a feast for the multitude, like crumbs. It does not suffer in the light of scrutiny. It sings and dips and swims and pierces onward toward morning. My life is a wayward walk toward humble.
Come with me to the place where the water welcomes. We will sit in the heat, swirling together our lives, our stories and our limbs. I will kiss you back. I will risk my cool to hear you cry out in satisfaction. I will feel as if I don't know how to effect your release, but I will listen and move and feel and follow you to that place.
The road and I had a talk today about the wind, behind its back. The wind knew we were conspiring, but it held its council until the afternoon, when it unleashed a northerly. Sometimes the wind and the road lie down together in peace, and sometimes they quarrel, but find the easy place again.
There is peace in a saddlebag. There is comfort in a roadsign. There is the ribbon of the road, the washing of the water, the morning promontory.
There is strong like only some show.
__________________________________________________________
There's godlike
And warlike
And strong
Like only some show
And there's sad like
And madlike
And had
Like we know
But by my life be I spirit
And by my heart be I woman
And by my eyes be I open
And by my hands be I whole
They say slowly
Brings the least shock
But no matter how slow I walk
There are traces
Empty spaces
And doors and doors of locks
But by my life be I spirit
And by my heart be I woman
And by my eyes be I open
And by my hands be I whole
You young ones
You're the next ones
And I hope you choose it well
Though you try hard
You may fall prey
To the jaded jewel
But by your lives be you spirit
And by your hearts be you women
And by your eyes be you open
And by your hands be you whole
Listen, there are waters
Hidden from us
In the maze we find them still
We'll take you to them
You take your young ones
May they take their own in turn
But by your lives be you spirit
And by your hearts be you women
And by your eyes be you open
And by your hands be you whole
Testimony, by Ferron
Copyright © 1980 Nemesis Publishing, All Rights Reserved
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