They said You can fix anything with enough faith and declarations, With enough hard work and perseverance and grit and determination If you give it enough time and do everything just right Then everything will turn out fine, what you want will be in sight But believing this to be true can be detrimental to you As you pour your being out upon a dusty, thankless ground And wish for things not known, but which in your mind has grown Through ideals and partial vision, in understanding’s schism Sometimes it’s better to let things be, trust the perfection you cannot see, To embrace the holy fact that sometimes you simply can’t, When you’ve come to the end of your rope, sometimes it’s healthy to let go And using wisdom and discernment, learn to see the Word that’s Perfect There’s value in perseverance, but not in legalistic adherence To staying strong and fighting through, even though it’s killing you And if in the end you do not hold in your hand the pro...

There is a firm line Between what was And what is And we cross it every moment of every day of our lives, We hardly notice it, Only sometimes acknowledge it with the changing of the leaves or the stature of a child, But the magnitude of loss emboldens the line so that it is not only noticeable, But undeniable and irrevocable, A mark made of permanent ink on a timeline drawn in pencil, And we trip over these lines as we grow, falling face down into the black abyss of loss and pain, And that feeling that we can never go back to the time before, That nothing will ever be the same But we cannot go back anyway, Can never be smaller than we have become, And so we recognize the inevitability of loss, The inexorability of forward movement, And as I wonder why I cannot take these people and thing that I love with me as I grow, My only hope to realize that one day I will be big enough to encompass both past and future simultaneously And so it is not in try...

I don’t know how To love by halves and measures, To share myself in parts and pieces, To give you only the parts of myself that you will find acceptable, To hide the things that make me me beyond your reasoned ken, I’ve never been able to keep myself from pouring out into each person The total beautiful ecstasy of being who I am And in like turn, How can I receive only parts of you? How can I take the Love you’re offering me Without the terror that comes with some of the choices you make? Or how could I reject you because I think what you’re doing is “wrong” or “sinful” or “not enough,” Even in my most religious days, I could not in my heart pretend we weren’t One, Though I thought it was possible to hate a part of you while loving another, And yet I never knew how to reject you in part and love you in part, And so I took you as whole whether or not I liked it But oh, I’ve learned through trials and traumas That sometimes I have to pull away an...

Hey guys, It’s been a long time, And I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, Sorry I pretended you did not exist Or tried to force you into some acceptable, logical, religious form that could be displayed And understood by others, Or stuffed you down in guilt and shame so that you seemed to disappear, But were really always there hiding in the deepest depths of my being, In the recesses of my memories, In the subconscious decisions and dreams, In the very cells of my body, My bad… I really should have known better, Should have known that you were there to help me, to make me into the whole, Beautiful, well-rounded person that I am, To guide me in my decision-making, To connect me to others, Should have known that I would not be feeling you without a good reason, But society told me that if I displayed you in certain ways, I would be ridiculed and mocked, unsafe in my own expression, And religion told me you were sinful,...

My House was to be one of depth and connection of all people of all nations, Of Love without condition given not only from Me to you, But from one to another, But you have made it a den of broken Promises and limited expressions of Love And how dare you purport to represent the God of Unconditional Love While rejecting those who need it most? How dare you pretend to Love someone And then brutalize and betray them when they don’t do what you want? How dare you decide what is and is not acceptable in My Name When you haven’t got My perspective… didn’t even bother to ask? Instead you took the writings, reputations, and even some revelations Of other men’s views of limitation And you made a law of what I never called a law, You made a conformity when I wanted individuality You made a condition and regulation when I wanted unlimited and joyful unique expression of every kind of Love in every kind of way You created division when I wanted unity, Crea...

They committed adultery When they chose theology And departed from Yahweh By separating themselves from themselves By standards, laws, and regulations Instead of the perfection of love, They chose a semblance of righteousness That required them to hurt others, To devalue others, To see less of Yahweh in others, To not allow others to be themselves, But instead require conformity to a set of external laws That they did not even originate And which were never meant to be for everyone And as the separated themselves from themselves, They lost the divine in those whom they called “Not my people,” Showing them no mercy, They cut off and killed the expressions of those Who were not considered worthy, Not knowing the whole time That they were murdering their brothers And ostracizing kin But one day they shall grow beyond the lower expressions, The silly rules and regulations that they hold around them as righteousness, They shall see the...

Once upon a time there was an ant who had to carry a boulder. The boulder was sitting atop a treasure that the ant could see, but not reach. Something within the ant yearned for this treasure; he valued it so much. He wanted to lift the boulder. But one single ant cannot life an entire boulder. So the ant went to his friends, gathered them together, and told them of the treasure he knew was beneath the boulder. He knew that his fellow ants were expert carriers, for he had seen them carrying pebbles and big rocks. Surely, he thought, they would be strong enough to lift the boulder together! The other ants listened to the first ant tell the story of the treasure beneath the boulder, and they began to get excited at the idea of partaking of the treasure themselves. And so they agreed with the first ant that the boulder should be lifted. Some ants did nothing more than agree, but others volunteered to help lift the boulder themselves, for they knew that a single ant could not lif...