I can walk into your church and know that I am accepted exactly as I am
and that you will speak the same beautiful words from the prayer book that have come to mean so much to me.
So this is why I stay church-bound:
for bread and wine and holy traditions
for Gospel woven into the new yet old words we recite together
for high cathedral ceilings and heartily-sung hymns
for priests in stoles and robes,
And look! Several of them are women!
And there she is blessing his body!
And what else can I say that doesn't smack of trite love story?
That those old flames don't always die out?
how imperfectly I love
how desperately I need
And His Spirit.