Letter to a congregation unknown, loved
Dearly beloved-- for that is what you are
The stuff of my dreams, my nightmares
Love is proportional to danger
Already you have captured my heart
Already, body and soul-- yours.
I am not your hero.
I have no capes, no magic wands
No priestly robes, no powers of absolution
God loved you before I belonged to you
God will love you after I leave you.
I am not a bearded, biblical sage
Nor a dark, handsome man
A coddling, doting mother
I am younger than your carpet
Your conflicts, your wounds.
I am young enough to be your daughter
With tight jeans, an iPhone, and naiveté
But Joel says your daughters will prophesy
And I see visions of you, dancing
Dying, rising, shining-- like Christ.
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