Imperfect, yet still made anew,
And now a newer path I choose
To walk alongside Gentle Guide
Who, for my sins, has wounded side.

"Not my master," said again,
"We'll never let your power win."
Amazing grace – how sweet the sound! –
That lets God's righteousness abound.

🥲🥲

The last year or two I've started doing a daily poem for Lent. I probably won't share them all but I guess I'm just warning you of what's coming

In addemdum:

YPW: You can't enforce personal responsibility

Me: Then what are laws even?!?

*more, not "not"

.... girls you mentored in church who lived through that? Or any of the boys who did anything like that? Because you know both of those things happened. And of course you can't change it, but you can believe them and all women when they share about it.

.... actually face any real consequences. For goodness sake, a man was accused and sits in our Supreme Court. A man was convicted and became president. You're not wrong for wanting [Son] to be safe and all, but are you not at least as equally worried for me your daughter or for any of the youth.....

..... that highly unlikely scenario. Even if he is accused wrongly, what do you think will happen to him? He may lose his position, which would be hard, but he'd most likely still be able to get another job in the field, as like zero of all those people named in the mętoo stuff.....

.... to be sěxually assaulted himself than be accused of it falsely. He's got a 1 in 6 chance; I've got 1 in 4. And of those times, 9 outta ten times it's a male perpetrator. So, sorry, but if he stays professional in his [hands on therapy] job then there is little fear for....

I like that one a lot. But of course you have many good ones

Reading your flying popcorn snack comment immediately made me think of Shrek, when Fiona catches all those mosquitoes in a spider web and rolls it up into ogre cotton candy

Wait. Do vampires have internal blood still? Or is my brain confusing zombies or something

It does for me, but I'm holding on to whatever I can in this

Crappy poetry limerick

This Christmas Eve sucks.
Drained from trying so, so much.
Going to cry now.