I Cut My Teeth As

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.