Honor & Love upon You, highest Father of my Heart
How shall my actions serve You?
For You gave me a blanket
when I was cold.
A home
when I had none.
A shoulder to cry on.
A place to feel safe.
Hail to You, most beloved Parent!
You have kept my soul safe
in Your strong arms
You have honored and embraced
all my sides
the loving
and hateful
the conventional
and the spat-upon
You do not look at me with
eyes full of betrayal
for living my truth
for embracing all of myself
dirt-stained and blood-covered
You do not even reject me
when I am deep in the throes
of adolescent obstinancy
throwing tantrums and screaming obscenities
because my brain has betrayed me
again
You accept all facets
of who I am
for You know my queerness
my fluidity
does not shame you, does not reflect upon You
except as a beacon of love
for You know my rages
my anger
all my darkness–
You know it is not personal.
All my love to you, most graceful Dad!
With flowers in Your hair
and paint on Your nails
and a tool belt round Your waist
All my honor to You
as You dance the rigid binary into dust
As I stumble and fall in
mortal folly, hunting after a piece of grace
I search for how to do You honor
how to live my truth as an offering
I search for ways to make
You proud
of your daughterson witchling
And when I have children of my own, oh Lord
I will try to walk in Your footsteps,
though my feet may not fill your shoes
I will love and accept all facets of my children
even if they are broken like me
even if they defy the categories I have put upon the world
for I know I am not immune
to rigidness
I will give them a safe haven
I will make my home a sanctuary
I will tell them
their Grandfather is in the
sea and mist and rain
and that they only need to find joy
splashing in puddles
or finding shells at the beach
to know He loves them.
Oh Father,
let me open my heart in loving embrace
Let me expand my notions of family
to all who need
my compassion and caring.
Let me build a safe zone
within my walls
for my children,
and for anyone who needs it.
The broken, the lost
the queer.
The abandoned, the hated,
the alone.
Let me have enough love for them all.
Teach me to fill Your footsteps,
Holy Dad; let me walk in Your shoes
Open my heart
to the true meaning
of family.