Yes, go ahead, reveal me, measure me,
but please, it matters that you take me
every little layer of me and
lay me down into a basket of hope,
fling me into the wind
lift me into the company of birds and light
where a hand on the night’s warmth of his back,
a clear sharp word
undo me.

- Bonnie Loewen, excerpt from “A Pattern Sermon” Geez Summer 2008