Vol 7, Num 16 :: 2008.09.12 — 2008.09.26
Some words I do not like
 The sound is ragged
 Their audible texture grates my nerves
 Rippey Street
 I did not like it
 It sounded like violence done
 or impending
 But now (while it still rattles in some sense uncouth)
 it is home
 more than home
 A beautiful community of believers
 new friends
 old friends
 shared meals
 borrowed lawn mowers
 these are the people who watched
 my elder children while the little ones
 came into this world and then brought me
 ice cream
 hard conversations
 honest tears and weeping of loss
 cheering birthdays with cupcakes
 beyond the circle of love
 violence is sometimes done on
 Rippey Street
 but we pray against it and stay
 in spite of it
 Rippey is family
 love is hard
 community is hard and…
Beautiful.
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