Sadderday
I was grateful that I could cry with her
the day she was rejected by her church.
I noticed that I cried more freely than she.
I was grateful that the love and acceptance of God
flowed through me toward her,
on a day and at a time when she could really use it.
I was grateful to share her pain and anger
(though I bit my tongue)
while experiencing her beautiful presence.
And I pray Dear One, I pray,
that with your help,
that with your grace,
the world will become freer to love.