It is your name
spoken in hushed tones
by peoples, reverent
it is your light
a feeding of your energy
needed to heal the masses
it is you, beautiful
but said to be
harsh judgement
this confusion
swirling, whirling
taking under
souls hungry, a desire
hands lifted
we pray for your light
the end of the confusion
the end of stories
that enslave
that condem all people
that stop our change
for the stories of old
damn each soul
and make you a terrifying creature
to be feared
more than loved
to be worshiped
more than known
and we are taught
of a loving God
who condemns us
from the very beginning
we are taught that pure love
holds darkness and judgement and  hate
may we flow past this dam
built by human hands
...and flow quickly...
and may your light
finally this work begin
the evaporation of this darkness


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