safe space

It’s never coming back

and I am grieving.

God is gone and I am left wondering

if He was ever real at all.

Left trying to figure out

how to soothe a sad partner

and help them gently understand

that I am still me.

That there is still so much of me

to love.

I try to explain that if they were to change

in this way, it wouldn’t matter to me.

So that maybe they will still love me.

Even though I’m different now.

Even though I am broken and

suffering.

Even though a new path may reveal itself

to me.

I try to express that an interfaith existence

could benefit us and our daughter.

That we could teach her, firsthand,

ecumenical fellowship and love from

the beginning.

That we could show her what true amity

and love looks like in a world convinced

that to be of different faiths is to be

in conflict.

We could show her that compassion and celebration of diversity are

in fact

the real ways you love your neighbor