I offer you the words I was offered
in the Book we have both read.
They are wrapped in tears of joy
and tied together with ribbons of freedom.
They are words of equality. Of liberty.
They are transfusions from my blood,
donations of my marrow.
They are words of sweat as we work
together in one body, not a body in pieces.
Once we were none. Now we are many.
These words say we can be one.
They are a feather prophesying flight.
A scale promising protection.
A leaf encouraging growth.
