A Holy Kiss
I dreamt I kissed a pastor on the forehead.
His face was black and he backed away.
I was not ashamed, wanting to show affection,
During this time of covid, protest and convection.
I am seeking where to plant my feet.
I’ve been uprooted and shaken up.
God bless all children of God.
A beautiful planting; we are all flawed.
And even our pastors need cheering up.
In this vineyard of sweet and sour grapes.
Let them see our green and purple faces.
Let God’s pulse thrive through all the races.
6/28/2020
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