The Path

Godparents...

I called you Uncle B. and Auntie M.,

a deeper calling beyond ceremonies,

the promise made over a young life,

and the community I wondered if I needed.

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In those lives,

I found a home,

a place in the rough edge of our city

(adopted and confronted).

Would I have survived without that space?

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Some worlds

confront each other; some lives were lost.

There were other ceremonies;

there were those losses

community could not deflect.

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I find myself

now far from that closure;

my path runs rough to the smooth

in the long trail of those days of laughter and light.

Your humour and joy in my reflection.

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Godparents, yes...

but something greater than those roles.

You broke paths I did not know I needed,

bringing me to that greater understanding.

A path to what I can call home.

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