Luke is HERE.
"I choose to Be Here in the Church because...I believe that the Church herself, despite the failings of her human members, is the nearest place to know God, my Father, and Jesus, my Beloved.
Being Here in the present moment is better with...pokémon, good R&B, and my dad."
What would you like to share with us?
an original poem
Luke
Offerings
Incense offered in insensitivity
To a god of man’s understanding
Be fixed or erased, cast out where
Your teeth become nubs, voices wasted in vain
I’m begging for some lamp oil, an affirmation
From anyone really,
To shine through this smothering smog
Guide my going in this wandering waste
O Brother of brothers, Lover mine
All your virgins, foolish and wise
Have left me behind in this darkness
To choke down their offerings of pain
I cannot be fixed, despairing I learn
I earn the godless fate
So they say
And refuse to admit
But to my cry You reply
“My love, I died so gruesome a death
Not to fix you
I paid it to ransom you,
Win you for myself
My pearl of great price.”