Tired of Speaking Sweetly (excerpt)
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
he would just drag you around the room
by your hair,
ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
that bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
and wants to rip to shreds
all your erroneous notions of truth
that make you fight within yourself, dear one,
and with others,
causing the world to weep
on too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
and practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
to do us a great favor:
hold us upside down
and shake all the nonsense out.
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Brought to mind Donne’s “Batter My Heart…,” except with a certain professional wrestling/Ann Lamott sensibility that made me laugh and nod my head (a lot).
Dear Writer McGhee,
I am here to thank you as sincerely as the Internet can convey … for “Was it Beautiful”, I raced through it and then was forced to wait for months for a chance to read it again … and now I can settle down and read it a few more times. I wish I could give William T. a call. Good job.
Dear Laura, thanks for this lovely note. Was It Beautiful? is near and dear to my heart and I’m so glad you feel the same way.