Ramadan, never forgotten, entices me back to Love, and I am home once again

I cannot assume anything when you welcome me into your spaces with suspicion and fear.

Ultimately it will be the small things that unite us...

we protest what others cherish

Words of worth rebound, resound...

I never heard the word abortion in church when I was a child.

Let us grieve for our own pain, as oppressions / come between us, as sharp / as broken glass.

We are living today with time to do good for ourselves and for each other.

we are here, and flowing, in and of, made of, because of You

There was an audible gasp when they heard he* was gone A whoosh of air that sounded exactly like the bottom falling out of his mother’s** world the winds of mortality brushing his father’s** face the last breath of a kind soul All the years of struggle have settled into silence: Unsought,...

We must be willing and prepared to dance with joy when liberation arrives.

Sleep will come upon our eyelids and they will not ever be lifted again.

We need resilience, perseverance, and persistence.

The words we cast to fill the silence left by one we loved never are enough.

A quick flash that makes you doubt your senses— But then a tiny ember glows on the braided twine And brings a flame to life. Soon you find a candle sitting on a table, Desolate until its wick touches yours, And suddenly the brightness doubles; In an instant the warmth has grown. This intensified...

Inhale—you are Creation. Exhale—you are Creator.

I miss singing, the way we trusted/the air that moved between us. I miss/the casual assumption that everything/would be all right in the morning.

See how the winds have shaped her hands to hold hope? So tenuous, it trembles like a hummingbird’s heart. She gently carries hope to a nest in the midst of the maelstrom and tilts it into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses. Hope is so hard to cup. She might need your help when it seeps through...

Here I am, God, here I am. Here I am with the dishes in the sink, the dust on the shelves, the skin on my hands which is drying out and starting to crack. My appetite has gone, without any other bodies to remind my body of itself. I can pray for salvation but my bones know this is all there is....

Dear One, We have received your letter and we hate to tell you— not hate so much, but are a bit afraid to say— we cannot grant your requests as stated, but can only remind you of familiar things: First, faith. Faith in yourself and trust in others. We know it can be terrifying to be vulnerable,...