There is nothing weak about being 'small', when it means humble, unassuming, and respectful. I know where true power lies now.
We seemed so different on the outside. Different upbringings, lifestyles, religion, even different-colored skin. I used to look at my arm lying over your body in wonder of how different and beautiful it looked. Light against dark. But I think on the inside we always knew, we are the same, you and I.
Through our wounds is how we can connect from an authentic place. Be gentle with yourself. You are doing nothing wrong. It takes time to clear away and heal.
It is not extinguishable. It cannot be held captive by your distorted view of the Divine. Its ownership cannot be assigned to you. It is now running from this room. It is fleeing this church, and it is coming home to the Church of My Body. It has lived through thousands of years of sinking, ...