Member-only story
1
Today I went to church.
Cross-eyed
I tried to see the tip of my nose
without a mirror
I spent so much time close to myself,
inside my mind,
I needed to step outside.
2
Why is it that church is indoors?
Odd that someone decided
the source of meaning and truth
could be found in a rectangular room,
wooden pews arranged facing
a man speaking words, speaking answers.
3
We all know that some answers
only a woman knows,
she having carried new life inside her own body,
having felt the pain of childbirth or worse, birth that never came. . .
Ask her what it means to be born again.
Other answers can only be learned
walking in togetherness. . .
in hospital rooms, in 2-am phone-calls, in holding hands,
