Luther Jarman, My Soul

Luther Jarman

My Soul

My soul is like a tree growing by a stream Bearing fruit that is strong and green Eve was formed from Adam’s rib God gave her life and she began to live I am bearing fruit in my old age As I write poetry and perform on stage My soul is the soul of a poet that’s old. When he has tried me, I shall come forth as pure gold:

My soul! My soul! My soul!