by Lee Anne Roquemore
Her felt board stories taught this tiny little girl about a half-God-man who loved
She told me stories of love so big it set the world free
Then she raged at me
when I grew up to try to
just the same way
she’d taught me.
It turns out the puppets weren’t meant to teach.
They were made to distract
while the grown ups
focused on their glow up
their stories were raising
So we come back to our Mother church,
asking why her stories about our Father God
don’t align with our fathers and mothers
and we can’t help but wonder
if she was lying all along
if that love is real
if we aren’t supposed to turn over tables
and set captives free
after all, what did you think you were teaching me?