On the first day of pride month, I wanted to share this poem I wrote:

My children are wrapped in rainbows

without the weight of worry

about a god who would promise peace

only after dealing destruction,

or who would create life and love

only to decide that some were sinful.

Someday, they'll learn all about

the Bible, genesis and Jesus,

queer liberation and pride parades,

and the reason they, themselves,

are called rainbow babies, but

for now, they'll wear clothes in every colour,

and smile at every stranger,

and when they see the sunlight

reflected and refracted in raindrops,

they'll know nothing but momentary magic

and the bliss of being both

innocent and ignorant of ignorance.