an open letter to the closed

“but pride is a sin!” their love compelled them to say

“if you reject god’s will, power, word, you are proud.”

when their attempts at care couldn’t make me unknow myself,

we parted ways, at least on these earthly planes

but if we ever should speak again,

i won’t nod outwardly and cower inwardly

i will tell them that the pride they deride

has brought me closer to god

than his people ever did

that pride introduced me

to a loving, diverse, justice-focused force

a radical, vocal, quiet storm that destroys and rebuilds

a brighter, warmer, stronger light

which looks at darkness and says, “we can do better.”

it gifted me with a more complete god

one whose creativity and compassion

come from common springs

who pours out grace and mercy from measureless cups

and listens, teaches, loves without condition

pride showed me that i am born of that image

that someone knew the world would need me, need us

our softness and strength

our capacity to love more and discriminate less

we have been given a sacred vision, a calling

to speak and hold and cry and stand – with, for, behind, beside.

all of this comes from love, all of it is on purpose

all of it is good, good, good.

so if our paths align once more, and they continue

to protest, chastise, or lament these wondrous things

that we have done, are doing, and will do

i will breathe. i will smile.

and i will say, “we are pride.”

By b.