it's not perfect, and it still means something to me

precious memories for advent

from The Black Church: This is Our Story, This is our Song

praise breaks. doorkeepers of heaven. morning prayers. grandma’s extended left earlobe. hands calloused from clapping. hold the note. old saints who don’t want to be called old. long grey locs. afros who survived violence. little girls in white gloves. little boys dressed like deacons. hearty ame…