Love Notes #32

Oh sweet one,

You are more than can be contained in gender.

You are a starry night sky sparkling hope, A breeze in autumn leaves crackling, Fresh baked home made bread.

You are a symphony of styles,
A cacophony of spontaneous applause,
A hymnody of praise incarnate.

You are infinite possibility wrapped up in this body (it was never meant to hold you fully) Creating and re creating in partnership with divine.

You are not alone:
Community in the palm of your hand,
Stretched across the WiFi,
Texting across the world

Where my hands, too, are upward facing God, Praying a World into being for you, dear heart.
Praying and working and teaching and imploring:

WE WILL THRIVE.

yours,
Auntie Chris