This was not then, and is not now, a power neutral conversation. The alleged offenders are esteemed members of your organization and alleged Christian leaders.
Clerical malfeasors lie to the lies in you…
Tears rolled down hollowed cheeks…
He reaches with hallowed hands.
We sit in quietness and strength.
The fisher of men and me.
We sup at the sea.
I watch the horizon for hope as one shipwrecked on the shores; as one banished by brutality. I watch until my eyes are exhausted, my neck in a noose of tension, my shoulders sobbing at me to stop.
To be born, to be recklessly kept, and to be nobody’s – is the root of ruin. My ruin.
We, who proclaim Christendom, have been nothing like our Christ.