I was much like a bottle for him ( Read more... )

There is freedom waiting for you
On the breezes of the sky
And you ask, "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
what if you fly?

Find what you love and let it kill you.

...she' mad but she' magic
there' no lie in her fire

I pray because the need flows out of me, all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God; it changes me.

We all have our harps to play.

...if someone gets
Too close to her,

The pins stick farther in.


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It's like picking a teenager to mother your child, a leper to be your brother, a carpenter to start your Church.

We may not have gotten the re-centering we desire -- but rather, the de-centering we so desperately need.

Today, the face of the Church changed from a rich, white, celibate old man to an impoverished, pregnant Hispanic woman.