Saturday, April 1
Session of the Sanhedrin
If I admit that you are Beloved,
that you are loved and accepted,
as you are,
then I must accept this reality about myself as well,
and damn it, that’s just too difficult,
just too scary.
I don’t know what that door
will let in or let out,
how I will then be finally, finally
able to let go,
or how my life will change.
Thank you, but no,
I’d rather stay stuck, safe with familiar pain
and this undercurrent of self-loathing.
So shut up, Jesus, I spit in your face.
Your offer of love will just have to wait.