cleave

short of my soul, which God holds,
I am yours.
if you would have me: human and bent,
sent to Hell and back on more than one trip for water for the burnt.
still with a few trips left
and a desire to inspire one more heart to feel something
honest and beautiful.
to make children,
whether of paper and ink and light
or flesh and blood.
to be for you all you ask of me,
want me to be,
need me to be.
that I can be.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.