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Hackle this darkness
Up to the light
Where choreographed oxygen
Embroiders the air
When we're broken we are whole
And when we're whole we're broken
We are the siblings of the sun
Let's step into this beam
Every time you give up
You take away our future
And my continuity and my daughter's
And her daughter's
And her daughter'sHackle this darkness
Up to the light
Where choreographed oxygen
Embroiders the air
When we're broken we are whole
And when we're whole we're broken
We are the siblings of the sun
Let's step into this beam
Every time you give up
You take away our future
And my continuity and my daughter's
And her daughter's
And her daughter's- bjork

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We often fear that the Revolution needed is too big for what we can give.
Too much change is required inside, outside.
And we are too small.
But all that is required is that you step into the truth of your life.
And speak it, write it, paint it, dance it.
That you shine your light on your truth, for the world to see.
And as hundreds, then thousands, then millions do this – each sparking the courage of yet more –
Suddenly we have a world alight with truth.”
― Lucy H. Pearce

“my god is not waiting inside a church or sitting above the temple’s steps. my god is the refugee’s breath as she’s running, is living in the starving child’s belly, is the heartbeat of the protest. my god does not rest between pages written by holy men. my god lives between the sweaty thighs of women’s bodies sold for money, was last seen washing the homeless man’s feet. my god is not as unreachable as they’d like you to believe.”- Rupi Kaur

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Lately, when I need to pray
I go to the church that
has no doors
and where the walls are made of carved granite
I sit under it’s moving roof
on a pew that smells
like fresh pine
and fold my hands quietly until God joins me
here in this most ancient of churches,
I watch a dozen fat rainbow angel dressed
as trout dance in the baptismal font
and wonder when I too will be made anew
there is a special kind of holy quiet here
that rings much louder than any fat
church bell I have ever known
and the silence often rattled my ribs
it’s choir loft is high up in a birds nest
and it’s confessional is a breeze
that asks me to speak my sins
and I do, and then they are carried away
the longer I sing psalms in this church
the shorter my memory for all of
my past mistakes become
and that is when I hear the voice of Love speak
“oh tired light, oh wounded heart,
oh my child of crumbling grace,
come plant your feet in this Eden,
come rest in this sacred space
oh weary traveler, oh somber fire,
oh shaking heart that is prone to fear,
come lay in My ribboned water
come to fully know that I’m right here
oh wilting daisy, oh dying star
oh broken song that needs a name,
come sit with Me among the wild,
and then you’ll never be the same.“
John Roedel