My heart pounds
like banging on the door, while
he nails self-righteous babble
to the threshold.
I cry out for respect acceptance, dignity --
Yet he hammers a steady beat of bible thumping,
on his cross of sin, sex and “hell” forever.
And “Forever” -- he says – “is a long, long time”.
His words deny, damn, diminish
the very existence of our child; born perfectly,
swaddled with gifts and talents for this world.
He denies her simply for
who she is.
My flesh rejoices for all
who stand in the doorway
looking out, knowing who they are,
filled with possibility.
My flesh rages at what he calls
christian love, tongue clicking in
disgust toward another’s bravery and truth.
“Is she welcome in your home?” I ask
“Not under my roof, in sin” He expounds.
We argue whether it is a choice --
I ask what if it was his child
knocking at the door,
what would he do?
To which there is
silence. Open ended,