Today, a poem about Mary and Hope. Let us learn from her courage.
This is one of my rewritings of the creation story. Using imagination and what I believe to create something new.
You know, I used to see my sin first — the flaw of humanity running in my veins. Goodness lived in the next town over, (me) always traveling, never arriving. I used to view myself as a twisted ray of light with a deep urge to straighten out. If I studied hard enough and gave my time away, would it prove my value? and yes, I knew Jesus at the time and the story of how he cleans my slate and makes me shiny as a whistle but somehow, what this did, was allow me to claim grace for myself,…
What is it like to be carried? Isn’t this how the Divine loves?
Happy Easter Friends!