I’m linking up to my friend Amy’s “subvert an empire for us: {poetry for lent}” (awesome title, right?) by posting a poem with the rebels today.
(acts 3) ironically, your warped body begged by day at a gate called Beautiful – something you were not. most people at the courts looked through you, never at, for fear, perhaps, of ruining the Gate’s name. but they looked – the disciples of One to whom “beautiful” meant more than straight anklebones. and then you walked, skipped, leapt, twirled, danced, and probably cried at the beauty of moving for the very first time in your life.
living an intercultural life
between worlds 