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I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. In the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Precarious Grace

We stand,
with precarious grace,
in a place
crowded with
ghosts and
the twisted fringes
of obligation
and joy.
It is a
tightrope walk
through dusty echoes
that keeps us
on our
toes.
And so we walk,
boundless,
hesitant -
yes, both at once -
through a world
blazing
with the fire of
wonder and a bit
ink on parchment,
carrying our ghosts,
carrying our fringes.
And just so, we
reach a distant
shore
and dance.