It happened again God,
A person I admired,
let hate and errors spew from their mouth
accusing other of not being humans
refusing to understand.
I know what you mean when you
say their ears were closed
and their hearts were hardened.
And it hurts, God, when the chinks in the armor
turn out to be pieces of hatred,
–and White Fragility
when people who you hoped could imagine worlds
Of openness, people who helped you to see a better kingdom of God,
turned out to be as human as everyone else.
I guess we all need Jesus in the end–but it’s timeslike these
I really need the Holy Spirit,
to come down and protect my marginalized beloved ones–transgendered, black and brown, poor and disabled.
It’s times like these I need the Holy Spirit to come down and inspire and comfort me,
because I really don’t know what to do with the pieces of my heart when they lie shattered by the people who I trusted to care for it.
And of course, still, always, none of us are Jesus
I guess this is why the Kin-dom God can never, ever
be the vision of one person
No one person is ever going to get all the pieces–
help us to keep imagining it,
especially in times like this we pray.
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