Stonewall

When was this Stonewall, exactly?  Did it live in an era long gone?  A fable of long-ago people, a myth that just keeps hanging on?

And where was this Stonewall, precisely?  Was its geography way over there?  Beyond the borders of comfort, outside my circles of care?

And what was this Stonewall, do tell me?  A tidy, compartmentalized war?  A contained little rife in our history – a beginning, an ending – no more?

I suppose these are reasonable answers.  But reason won’t satisfy soul.  For while we imagine it ancient, we know that such battles still go.

And I suppose these are factual answers.  But facts leave us wanting no more.  For while we imagine it distant, we know it exists at our door.

And I suppose these are comfortable answers.  But comfort is short-lived at best.  For being a family of equals, seems daily our call to address.

So you see, its when wasn’t ancient.  And its where wasn’t somewhere remote.  And its purpose still calls us together, compels us to keep it afloat.

Even now it goes on as we gather, even here in this holiest place.  It still beckons us stand with each other, as equals in one human race.

It still beckons us stand with each other, as equals in one human race.

- Dr. Richard Loren Held