How do I believe,  no,

how do I name you,

in these days when

Father, Son and Spirit seem inadequate

at best,

I find I can no longer contain you to

a binary, patriarchal world-view

where control, not freedom,

is the name of the game,

where diversity is at  tolerated

and managed….

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I need new words,

new ways to speak,

where  male and female,

slave and free

Jew and Greek,

Gay and Straight,

and so many more

are celebrated as in your image…

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I find I am called

beyond boundaries and barriers….

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O that I could speak aloud

the language of lovers,

yet you call me deeper still,

beyond my stumbling attempts at definition,

into a silent knowing,

where I am fully known,

and I know fullness,

and all are fully known

in your embrace…