An Exchange

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 him.

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.


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