I was inspired to write this in a frenzy after seeing Pádraig Ó Tuama’s stunning erasure poem “Regarding Power, Response: Negative.” (Read it on his Instagram or Twitter.) You can treat it as a psalm of reassurance in a way.
queer kinfolk do not need father church to tell us we exist. we do not need the powerful to deem us acceptable. we are already gathered and feasting loudly at the table of love. we are already basking in the holy glow of our divine source. we are making new ways in the desert, tuning our bodies to songs older than church, older than gender, bigger than language, beyond binaries and boxes and dogma and religion—where god lives: thrumming over the surface of the deep, dancing with us, futuremaking.
queer kinfolk do not need the permission of high-up patriarchs to be free. we are already expansive, contrapuntal and complete. having wrestled with angels, we are already ascending. we taste heaven in ourselves and in each other. we bless each other with holy kisses. we spit sacred, draw infinite circles in the dirt, welcome one anothered with gladness. we are not afraid. queer kinfolk do not need doctrine or text to know god. we are already where god lives: animated by the breath of tenderness, canopied by love supreme.
holy spit! 
Amen!
Amen. Bunny read this at the meeting tonight. I hope you can make it to the next one and to the Church Family meeting soon also. We need your voice and perspective as well as your heart for social justice and gifted articulations!