No more a whisper,
an awkward name
in circles of disdain
rolling off lips
in criticism, praise, jokes
contrast and comparisons
seeming to know
Jesus
All mixed up
the good the bad
"sinners"
all of us the same
I wrestle with it all and resist others' call.
How I detest those who self appointment themselves with the task of sorting it out for the rest of us;
confusion, distance, self doubt, self hatred, paralysis,
we wonder where these come from.
I find joy in partaking of the gift that comes
from not knowing but receiving the gift of being.
