Tonight, I cried my grandmother’s tears They were filled with rage And inadequecy Longing and untended desire Jealousy and dismissal Unworthiness most of all They fell hard onto the floor Soaked into my sweater Rolled swiftly down the Tip of my nose Until I took her formless hand In mine, in the darkness Of a closet where I Was sitting, wailing Holding us close Clutching my chest And we crossed The threshold Together Weeping for the Souls of all Women and The roots of Their sadness Buried...

This weekend, I had the honor of officiating my best childhood friend's wedding. As part of the ceremony, I read the much-recited passage from 1 Corinthians 13: 1-13: If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to...

The wind is singing your name Across time Rustling the leaves of the trees In perfect harmony I sit in stillness, listening Reveling in the midday sun My heart, humming along