Look at all these people
with different stories
not one alike
almost as if
God makes them
all unique
and our choices
aren’t black and white
Our choices are
our choices
freely embraced
and if they end
with brokenness
God’s got a plan
for them anyways
There’s no room for
these rules
humans are
beautiful
complex
and messy
What matters is
the faith
we have
in working through
and for
the love we have
I no longer believe
your choices are
right or wrong
We are all lead
in different ways
who am I to judge?
What I know is
when I see stories
vastly different than mine
ones that I’ve been told
are wrong
those are also
stories
where I see
the Divine


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