’Tis easier, I confess,
    to speak of savor than
        in truth to taste
            the goodness of our Savior
            the sweetness of our God
    to call to revel than
        in truth to dance
            for joy at what he’s done
            for hope in what he’ll do
    to write of change than
        in truth to alter
            habits of thought and deed
            patterns of word and way

These words will not suffice—
no poetry alone will change produce—
yet as a reminder and a warning,
rhythm and letters on a page will do,
and I will strive:
    to savor and to taste,
    to revel and to dance,
    to alter and to change.