May 23, 2012 § 26 Comments
Thank you for the versions, the visions,
the poems, the stories,
the long nights, the early mornings,
the electric guitars in my head, the silence,
the chanting, the wailing.
Thank you for rinsing me,
unmasking me, washing me.
Thank you for filling my dark church
with candles of your affection.
Thank you for showing me the strength
of the sweet fire in us.
Thank you for the public temples and
private shrines; the questions and answers.
Thank you for the books, posters,
websites, unexpected parcels of grace.
Thank you for the path, and the
torches you carried along.
And thank you for not knowing me,
not understanding me,
not telling me how.