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.


Young Again

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When I was a young, my mom would capture my attention with tales of her youth; how she could beat anyone in a footrace. Including the boys. She would say, with stone-cold logic, “If anyone ever got ahead of me, I would just speed up.” 

And I’d get this image... red hair in the wind, freckles smiling, long legs, bare feet pattering through the dirt and hills of Missouri... leaving opponents in the dust.

Leaving troubles behind. 

Truth over God

Blessed are the Marginalized