Lord, I meant no disrespect or blasphemy
when---aware of the Apostle's promise of your Love for me---
I thought of it like the way I wanted to be
with G-Fix in nineteen sixty-nine
but this would not have been granted legality,
nor acceptance in the general vicinity,
which allowed no escape from the heteronormative blare.
Clad in black jeans, shoeless and shirtless, and all that long hair,
his appearance became a kind of simile
of the way You came, with a welcoming Word to me.
And when, eleven years old, I imagined cuddling in his embrace
(his shoes and shirt still missing), it gave an analog to Your Grace
which has saved my broken soul unto Your Eternity,
so that my life could be called Starwatched with accuracy.
Starward-Led, a Roman Catholic Christian
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