There are no words to describe this driving light

as each moment of study and contemplation

bares more of my soul-

do not tell me because of my birth I am less filled with this light

That I do not know my own soul

or that my devotion is less.

What but devotion can lift my soul in song

in buzzing and passion and change

with each learning?

When the words of my soul flow out my mouth,

they flow with as true a force as any other's devotion

and set to flare the spark within me.

Why then is there doubt as to the motivations of my heart?

Can they not see the glowing of joy that radiates from my soul

As I sing beside them?

Or is it, perhaps, that my mother's path was not the same as my own

that the blood of her womb did not spark this light

through so rich a heritage?

When I sing with this tongue the words of my soul, do not doubt them;

When I speak, do not assume I speak them lightly;

When I dance, do not assume superficiality;

When I ask, do not wait until you too see my soul glowing

before you weigh my ferver as more than a feather's press;

I assure you, you wil see it shortly.