Earthenware seasons my bitter herbs
Join me in celebrating all that I have
If you will fold your soft knees to my low table
And sweep the hem of your finery on my mud floor.
For the little I’ll share with you
Is all that I have.
My beloved covets a rose garden
But these flowers I gather
That I pick from every turn
I know not their names
A bouquet of diverse colour and fragrance
They are little flowers of eloquence
The genuine beauty of all that I have.
I speak of my love for this
And before am done my love for that
My love for her and how it influenced my love for him
For that’s the consequence of love’s confusing joy.
The freezing wind won’t turn me cold
My warm heart will condense it to dew
For all the thirsty to drink
If the moon opened to me it’s door
I’d turn my back to paradise
If it meant not taking a brother with me
Even if to me all doors were closed
And I was turned away from every inn
I would rejoice in my wretched existence
Than adorning purple fine linen with hate in my heart.
For in this world of dirt love’s the pearl.
Self-consciousness seeks and becomes one with the divine
And never stops seeking
Self-love loves and come closer to God
And never stops loving.
But what I was seeking in myself I found in you
That loving myself is loving you.
In God’s world of possibilities
His love our true inheritance
And on earth our true purpose.
That love is all that I have.
Therefore I’ll paint my feet with it and tread a million miles.