Bright Shining Christ,
There is much for Black and Brown bodies to dread, here, in the Americas.
The trauma of the slave trade
                lives in our bodies;
The legacy of slavery
                lives in our institutions.
But the thin gospel of oppression
                could die in our worship
if we choose to shine bravely, reflecting your glory,
if we choose to reject the lies of racism and White supremacy,
if we choose to dance…
               make music …
               share pain …
               spread joy …
               wake up,
               and be magic.
We can choose to conquer our fears.
We can choose to fight every day to dismantle racism
because we are of the earth and of the stardust.
We are precious, loved, and called to shine bright like the stars we are made of,
and the son whom we follow.

—Alydia Smith