Love has never been a problem in our family and never will be. We're swimming in it. But I do confess, I am a somewhat wayward child, having wandered away from the faith and foundation they've laid for whole lot of us. I came with broken pieces, and I've turned out a bit worrisome, which I certainly never wanted for these beautiful souls. It's strange... same religion, different experiences.
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Patience.
Kindness.
Goodness.
Faithfulness.
Gentleness.
Self-Control.
I have laid aside every weight that bound me, and I will never embrace those things again. I'm just trying to walk in the light that I know.
I love you, Mom and Dad. You've covered me in sunshine.
I wrote this for you.
The Beatitudes of my Chosen Family
Blessed is this used-up child,
poor in spirit,
for we shall set a place for her at our table
and fill her to overflowing.
Blessed is this forsaken child
who mourns for all she never had,
for we shall shelter her under our wings
until she comes to realize
that she deserved love all along.
Blessed is this flinchy, feral child,
for she shall inherit the peace of our hearts,
the calm of our minds
and the gentleness of our spirits.
Blessed is this hollow child,
who hungers and thirsts for righteousness,
for all she's been fed is a stomach-churning simulation.
We will nurture her with truth and grace,
and she will be filled.
Blessed is this merciful child,
who loves justice and experiments with humility,
for we shall journey with her
as she walks in the only light that she knows.
We will unravel the harm that was done.
Blessed is this pining child,
who tries to make peace with her past
with denial
and rage
and quarrels
and heartache
and resignation,
for we shall
see her
and hear her
and heal her.
We shall speak truth to her
and walk beside her
until she is free.
Blessed is this hopeful child,
whose heart is healed as she heals others,
who resurrects others as she, herself is resurrected,
for we shall share in the joy that is hers
for being alive.
Blessed is she who is persecuted
among whitewashed tombs,
for she has made a whip out of cords
and will drive them from the temple,
flipping over their tables and scattering their dirty money.
We shall drop to our knees and pray for her safety...
because that's the kind of shit that gets a girl crucified.
Publicly.
Blessed is she when people insult her,
persecute her and falsely say all kinds of evil things about her
because, really, she couldn't care less.
We shall rejoice and be glad because, she,
along with all of our children
are our eternal reward.