Words blue enough to shock a sailor.
Words reverent enough to please a nun.
Words of protest, truth, and anger.
Words that leave your clothes undone.
Words innocent as a dreaming child.
Words to ease the pain of living.
Words to shock the cruelest conscience.
Words of taking and of giving.
I cannot trust my clumsy tongue
to say the words that must be said.
Until I can trust my clumsy tongue,
I'll trust them to my pen instead.
For Meeting the Bar at dVerse