For Generous Space Toronto.
Last night, I saw vulnerability.
Not the safe, easy, almost romantic kind–
the kind that new lovers try,
as a gentle test.
No–the kind that needs trigger warnings,
and makes me cringe because it’s brave
and socially inappropriate.
The kind that can barely find a plot,
but paints pictures so vivid
I have an inkling of why the Psalmist would write:
“And darkness is my only friend.”
The kind I would need
walking into a room with natural light streaming in,
but only because there are beautiful and sharp
of stained glass
all over the floor.
Then, I saw a second kind of vulnerability:
a community, a people,
holding space enough to not lose
any of those
I don’t know if there were any cuts.
But I do know that we held that space,
even if the glass hurt,
because we know
deep in our bones,
singing in the marrow:
All shall be well,
and all shall be well,
and all manner of thing
shall be well,
in our Lord Jesus Christ,
and by our Lord Jesus Christ.
And I remember:
triggering and stupid and socially inappropriate–
saves the universe.