This is how I am. A heart that rebels
against the captivity of songs and times of destruction. –
From me, oh, Sacred – form the inspired jug!
so that I can gather the longing of creation into a stream.
I know age needs objection and will,
for it to blossom into an oak and Love, and Freedom,
that it needs those songs to relieve the pain,
and plait the bluebottle wreath – the soothing song - -