Hold on, little one.
Clasp your rhetoric tightly as you step away from the splintered cross
You’ll need it, for the safety of a list of rules
and something called religion.
Oh, but don’t you know?
Love was never meant to be safe,
and this watered-down grace is only half a life.
So turn around.
Face the open wounds,
the fierce love and a forgiveness that bleeds
as you come face to face with the appalling grace that will rip your heart out.