I wander through my little plot of land,
know what’s needed for growth. I nurture
your beauty to share with the world, choose
each of you for your elegance of color or scent,
hardiness to sun and snow, cold and dry.
I allow you room to grow, but know you
need more than just yourself to bounce your
radiance against, each of you splendid in your
charms but more resplendent and robust
together. Stepping away I allow your existence
to thrive. With wonder I realize how grand you
are alone, yet together, a fanfare of perfection.
With wonder I puzzle why I am still not welcomed
with such grace to grow, rise equally in kinship
uprooting fractional descant. Inside my passion
is aflame. I am a voice to complete Wisdom and Light.
I long to rise hand in hand with you, partnered in
journey. In parity we can grow, a garden balanced.
Together we can perfect harmony, not one above
the other, but side by side secure in Mystery.
I write this for those of us marginalized – women in the church, those in poverty, those is relationships not allowed, anyone whose light is diminished.
We are not in harmony for many reasons. If we could see how desperately we need to be hand in hand with each other despite our differences, we would realize how much we need one another, and we could heal.
And, as always, I am glad to have found A Church of the Holy Family and the Ecumenical Catholic Communion where all are welcome. Of course, there is always more work to be done and growth to be made, such as more inclusive language. But we are working on that.