My song belies my tumult
Lonely
I grapple for understanding
In a chamber full of confidants

My world convulsing
Still in the liminal
I feel sorrow but also hope

Hands of saints pull me from the ashes
for his death has saved me

We are one body
But set ourselves adrift in the sea of judgment

It is not devotion but practice
Deep listening deep seeing
That allows us to cast aside our shields of difference

Leading with love
Scattering meliorism to the four directions

In December of 2024 the music director of our church asked if I would like to collaborate on a choral anthem to debut at Easter service. I nearly wept when he asked me. My friend Jarrod had wanted to put my poems to music. He was killed in a car crash a week after we graduated high school.  This was an amazing opportunity, and I look forward to more collaborations in the future.