Faith, Sexuality, Gender & Being Human
What happens when we can all see our collective harm? Our open wounds? Our honest nature?
Death is a friend. And, we can blossom in her presence. It doesn’t have to be full and bright, but it does bring new life.
It’s been fifty years since Stonewall and as celebrations are ongoing to memorialize this milestone I am curious as to if we have erased the inner identity of pride.
I sing “Doxology” in between my own lyrics as book ends to the harm done in my life, as a reminder that no matter who denies my blood – God never will.