Kristin Jennifer

one morning I stood at the stove

flipping pancakes and watching them cook
that subtle brokenness humming its song
so soft and sad and in the background 

then with unexpected clarity

a knowing wove itself through me
and here it is I'm writing it down
everyone is of god

not for the few and far between who

 gamble belief and destiny

not for the convinced

not for the special few

no it's not like that at all

it's humanities' inheritance

it is every being existing here

their beautiful code embedded within

and the knowing swept through me

my heart swelled I felt so relieved

with all the energy and excitement

of a good idea

this knowing I would keep

I would honor like glue

repairing me to wholeness

I would release the mindset that was

twenty years in the making

that broke my bond to humanity and gave it to

a separate few

but brought me to this point

I placed the pancakes on a plate

anybody want one?