If I doubt these bones are mine

If I doubt these bones are mine
Why do I accept your insults?
Why do I swallow your spears?
What do any of them mean
Except to this ego of mine
Folded up here
Like an origami egg?
How I laughed at you
How willingly they mocked you with me
Only afterwards
I realised you were right
That you stood with silent Truth
In quiet condemnation
You claim you have suffered for your art?
You have consumed lava and yielded diamonds
You have swallowed glass
And returned polished gems to the shore
I cannot claim
I have not heard the truth
Yet how can I not give
That which was freely given to me?
I am a man of many masters
And when seasons cease to fascinate
Tell me, who does not yearn for Love
And what is passion but the pursuit of love
And Love is what I mean
By God.