You are good
Your intentions, relentless  
Wave after wave,  
Lord, break over us
We, of small-minded polity, and punitive theology.
Raise up humanity
In the roar of your love.


The Final Word

In his humanity he died. In his divinity he was raised. It's THE archetypal life. I hope you see it's a promise. We too can live in our humanity. No masks. No pretending. Nothing is needed other than being ourselves. The grave will speak, but so what? Life has the final word, not death.

What If Everyone Knew They Were Already Loved?

Lose the Election/Win the War