09/17/2026
Yes. This.
Praying this poem by Kate Lore tonight with gratitude.
“Call Back the Holy”
A god who needs cruel men
to bruise the world into obedience
is a god cruel men have made—
shaped from their fear,
crowned with their hunger,
given a voice
that echoes only themselves.
Leave that altar.
Come into the open,
where the Holy is still breathing
in leaf and lung,
still rising like dawn
beyond every border
drawn by fear.
God is the open hand,
the widening doorway,
the lamp left burning
to guide the lost home.
God kneels beside the wounded,
breaks bread with the stranger,
and gathers the banished
into the wide embrace
of belonging.
Let the gods of cruelty
crumble into dust.
Let Love rise instead—
ancient as breath,
gentle as mercy,
strong as the river
breaking winter’s hold.
Let Love rise in us
until every soul is gathered
within the circle of our care.
For God is Love.
And Love asks only
that we become
its open hands.
(Image is entitled, “Our Lady of Kibeho” by Sanctified Souls, a greeting card company)
