I came in anxious–
carrying a bruised heart,
carrying concerns about vocation,
carrying an hour spent
with Black peoples at MCC Toronto
in praise of God
using language I understood!
But as I sat with my brothers to share,
I felt my Belovedness again.
I went out, problems still unsolved,
but seen for me at my best,
the joy I want to be in God’s good world.
To my beloved Brothers,
and to the Good God:
And c’mon, let’s be honest:
It felt SO good to be flirtatious, smart, and juicy.