Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned the misogyny of Paul could imitate the truth and sound beautiful on the tongue.

Because I read Peter Matthiessen, I learned the truth is hidden in the narrative.

Because I read Homer, I learned every hero has an Achilles heel and a dog never forgets a scent.

Because I read women poets, I learned that poems can sing and it’s okay to hurt.

Because I read Hesse I learned the internal conflict of the flesh and spirit is in everyone.

Because I read James Baldwin’s Next Time the Fire, I began to understand my actions matter.

Because I read 1984, I lived to see the future is not predestined.

Because I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, I wanted answers from God.

Because I read the stories of David, I learned that even the chosen of God may stray and be forgiven.

9-30-23


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