all we can do


All you can do

is walk into Jerusalem,

with the Hosannas ringing

in your ears, and the palms

coming at you in every direction,

and you’re wondering what’s real,

and if there’s any love that won’t swallow you up,

and you’re already remembering the bitter

of what comes next –

even then, all you have

is the moving forward

into the city, and the call

that reminds you –

you’ve been preparing for this

your whole life.

That every good thing will come

undone does not make it all

make believe,

and when the world turns

upside down, and lovers become

strangers, and thieves

and betrayers

turn out to be the beloved

beside you in the dark –

because secrets are loyal company –

even when the palms turn to

passion, even then

you can still throw your arms open wide

and turn forgiveness

over and over

on your tongue

until it just falls


and you find yourself empty of


for a moment.

Until the breath begins

and the next morning comes,

gloriously steady



About Rev. Gretchen Haley

Gretchen Haley is relentlessly curious about most things, especially the big stuff of theology, the beauty of creation, the magic of collaboration, and the great joy of pop culture (reflected in this blog by random posts on Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Scandal, Orphan Black, or the latest Marvel movie). She has an audacious ambition for the liberal church, believing in its capacity to transform lives and our world by way of hyper-local relationships and partnerships that inspire the unleashing of courageous love. She's all in on adrienne maree brown's emergent strategy, and finds solace in the trails in and around Fort Collins Colorado where she serves with the brilliant Rev. Sean Neil-Barron as one of the ministers of the Foothills Unitarian Church. She and her amazing partner of over 20 years, Carri, have 2 children, Gracie (14) and Josef (12) who both relish and resent being PKs, and who keep her grounded, frustrated, inspired, and humbled, everyday. She is basically obsessed with her puppy, a large sized mutt, Charlie.
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